Friday, March 13, 2009

My Couch

I love my couch. It is such a big part of my life. I eat on it, watch TV, movies, videos, DVDs, sleep on it, read, lounge, talk on the phone, socialize, nap, plan, so much. Slightly worn tan crushed velvet high back, not a bad color and could fit through the doorway of my apartment building. I’ve had it for many years; it’s starting to show. I will have to get a new one at some point soon. I don’t want to though. Sitting on the couch I can have real or imaginary conversations, wild fantasies, troubled woeful lonely times. Sitting on the couch comforts me, supports me, holds me, soothes me. My couch doesn’t judge me, doesn’t push me away. Without a doubt, I love my couch.