Mattress Sale
by Terrie Leigh Relf
“Lost Our Lease—Everything Must Go!” read the store sign. Not that I fell for that old gimmick, but I seriously deserved a new mattress.
I wandered about the rows of singles and doubles, paused beside a lone queen with a sigh.
A salesperson rushed over. “This you lucky day! Special price. Free delivery!” Then with one fluid motion, he whisked off the plastic and catapulted me onto the mattress.
Stunned, I tried to get up, but couldn’t move.
“Queen deserve you, too,” the salesperson said with a nod, as I sank further and further and further into Her depths.
