A mattress seems innocuous, it’s just a thing. There is no evil in its fibers, no malicious intent in its springs. A mattress is nothing special, until it becomes a crime scene. Your respite becomes your nightmare. This is the place where your fears took shape. Tall, broad shoulders, with the veneer of concern.Until you make it your shield, take its weight and let it swaddle you. You carry this place, this weight, this cause because it was forced on you. Make them see where it happened, make them understand, make them hear what you say. Shove it in their faces. LOOK. AT. THIS. They can’t ignore this banner that you carry.