Stuck under the bed

I don’t like it down here. It is dark, crowded, and cluttered. Even if she tried looking for me, she would probably walk right by me. She doesn’t even look under here, except on the strange occasion when she cleans her room. Hours, days, month, maybe a year has passed since we were last together. Going from being one of her closest companions to ever being seen is quite depressing. Oh the fun we used to have together! Camping trips, sleepovers, and lock-ins were my favorite occasions. I faithfully kept her warm when she slept and I was soft and fluffy to comfort her when she was awake. She loved me. I am her The Little Mermaid sleeping bag: four feet of extreme comfort and her security blanket. Her friends loved me too. They envied how cool I was. But then she grew. She was over 5 feet tall and she could no longer use me. Sure, for a while she used me as a blanket on her bed, but I was soon replaced. A large green and super fluffy sleeping bag took my place. Now, I sit down here waiting for her to realize where I am. Hopefully, cleaning day will come again soon.