Supersize that sleepy time
Now I lay me down to some imaginary savoury sleep
Charlie would love this bed.
Charlie is the imaginary 8-year-old nephew I had to conjure up in my mind to imagine who would sleep in this bed. Those fries are pillows, in case it wasn’t immediately obvious, and it isn’t until you try to follow the whimsical logic that created this bed, the so-called Supersize Bed.
I think Charlie would love this bed because it’s like having a racing car bed, only tastier, in your imagination. But wait. They’ll fit this bed to any size mattress? For adults? That’s when it all falls apart. Who is really going to sleep in this bed? Because even though Charlie would love this bed, his imaginary mother, my imaginary sister, would never agree to this thing.
“Charlie will be wanting McDonald’s morning, noon and night,” she says, in my imagination. And I’d be inclined to agree. I want some McDonald’s just looking at the thing, which I suppose would please the makers very much, to be able to evoke that much desire in a person. Or appetite.
Still, I’m finding it hard to imagine, as an adult, getting sexy on this bed. Food and sex go very well together, but where foam and corporate fast-food is involved, I don’t think, speaking for my non-imaginary self right now, not so much.
Thanks to Chris Durso @foodiggity for this great find.