Don't Think Highly Of Yourself

As she drifted off to sleep, Victoria had no idea how she had ended up in such a comfortable bed.

When she awoke, she was still disoriented and couldn't remember how she had gotten there. But the bed felt so nice, and she couldn't help but stretch and roll around like a cat, reveling in the softness of the sheets.

"Oh, this bed is so soft," she sighed, her eyes still closed. She rolled to the edge, her heart fluttering as she felt herself getting dangerously close to the edge.

But instead of falling, she collided with something firm but surprisingly soft. She opened her eyes, her heart still racing, and saw that she had landed on a large, pillow-like object that was propped against the wall.

She snuggled into it, realizing it was the most comfortable thing she had ever laid on. She was in love with this bed.