running the world from my couch
this couch is nice. it's a three seater sofa bed, firm and spacious. i could sleep for days with my head nestled into the maroon velvet pillows. i slide up and down to get my spine into the perfect crooked curvature for the task at hand. lean back, crack my back, slide down, get shocked by the static. i have so much to do but the couch calls me. take some rest, your health is all that matters at the end.
as leon bridges croons, i lie down and prop myself up on my elbows. so cute, legs dangling in the air. there's so much i want to do but i can do it all from the couch. i can do it relaxed, i can even do it sleepy. no traffic on the couch. no caffeinated heart palpitating rush on the couch.
i peer into my little window into the universe and i'm delighted by what i find. i write whatever i like for my loved ones, and for nobody in particular. i write to write. the clock ticks on and my head fills up with straw. you're a night owl, you'll never improve.
pour some rooibos tea and settle back into my cozy blue hoodie. it's a lucky, very lucky thing to spend an evening in peace.