I Need a Bed

The Epic Hunt for Zzz’s: Mattress Adventures

Ah, the quest for the elusive good night’s sleep—a journey I didn’t anticipate being quite the saga. Think less Hercules battling monsters, more me wrestling with air mattresses that have a penchant for dramatic deflations. Picture the scene: for three long years, my bedroom floor and I have been on uncomfortably intimate terms, punctuated by the occasional sojourn on a futon and a parade of treacherous air mattresses. The latest blow in this saga of betrayal? A $30 air mattress that fancied itself the Titanic, embarking on a maiden voyage straight to the floor, leaving me, quite literally, on the ground.

But wait, a plot twist! In my most sleep-deprived hour, a knight in shining armor (or, you know, a good buddy from Bozeman) emerges, offering me a queen-size box spring and mattress like some kind of sleep fairy. I’m ecstatic—albeit a bit loopy from sleep deprivation—about this turn of events. The only snag? Figuring out how to transport my newfound treasure from Bozeman to Missoula.

Thus, I’m putting out an SOS to any road warriors making the trek from Bozeman to Missoula. Let’s strike a bargain: you help my bed-in-waiting catch a ride, and I’ll be eternally grateful (or at least until the next mattress-moving day dawns).

While we’re at it, if anyone’s got the scoop on where to find a queen mattress for a steal—or, let’s face it, for as close to free as humanly possible—give me a shout. I’m all done with the air mattress tango, dancing through the night only to wake up closer to the floor. Let’s sort this sleep saga once and for all, so I can shift from dreaming about air mattress disasters to, well, anything else.