Sometimes; I'll sleep badly

These chairs we're sitting on are a lot like those chairs you used to make except that these are blue and all the ones you made and I saw weren't ever blue. And that even though I remember them like they were comfy I'm sure I remember that I had to put my own cushion on to make them nice to sit (it was a pretty little cushion that was from a garage sale when I was a child and it was embroidered in yellow and green with a picture of a bicycle and sunfaded (the other side was pale, pale green)) on. We're wriggling on the chairs like as if to test it for comfort and to make it more comfortable too. I didn't mean it to be like this - I started wriggling and then she started to do it too and made me wish I hadn't to begin with because of the reason I even did it to begin was, do you remember, how we used to do that. We'd wriggle in seats you'd made and look at each other's faces. Into the eyes. Sometimes we'd laugh and other times we'd just fall into each other and do some things to do with love. And now we're wriggling (a different we) and it's making me realise something I didn't think was true (yet). She looks like she's ready to laugh and she's looking at me but I won't laugh becuase I don't find this funny and though I'm still wriggling I don't want to be doing this with her. What ever happened to that cushion with the bicycle?
It was a nice cushion and I'd had it all the way since childhood. Heaven knows where it is now. It's probably dusty or maybe even torn.
And do you remember when we hired an American Car from the mid-west. I'd been to America before (New York) but you hadn't but you could drive and I couldn't. We stayed in motels and we even did some work when we ran out of cash. Some of the places we stayed in had coin slots to make the bed shake. That way we were shaking and it wasn't us that was shaking. The beds would shake so much we'd get headaches and the headboard would bang against the walls. We heard people using those beds in the next door room once, somewhere in the south. It was really loud and you could hear the motor working away and the headboard banging like a personal threat just to us and it made us think that they were using it for sex. We both then thought of all the people in the other rooms that we hadn't thought of before and how those beds had seemed to them and we both were embarassed and blushed a little and looked away (I know I did!) and we didn't use them anymore.
Do you remember these things like I do; I know I probably remember them a little different but I still think I'm along right lines.
Was your name Blue? Did I remember it right? (I'm only joking (I know your name)).
How did you learn to make those chairs to begin with, I would ask, though you wouldn't tell me that, or other things too; you liked the mysteries. I could never solve them, though I guessed that you took a course or that your father showed you, but you didn't like to talk of these things; you liked or you needed the mysteries. (I'm smashing the chair now and her eyes are widening).
Whatever happened to us anyway. Don't answer that - I know what you'll say. We were so pretty though.