Jaded and a Bedded

All this jade just kept showing up.

It piled higher and higher, mounting the walls until the whole room acquired a light minty glow, the sunrise shimmering along the green facade.

One day, I noticed the jade was following me around.  I became a messenger of jade, not of my volition.

I'm my own horsie, I brush myself and feed myself, wash myself and train myself.  I ride myself, and care for myself, and transport myself too.

The jade adorns my saddle, it fills out my coin purse, it shrouds my cuffs and mantles my mane.

The jade breached any point of ingress, like squirrels in the attic.  Now, I leafed my eyes of diamond.