Someone keeps their drink where I can smell it. That does not seem fair to either of us.
Someone keeps their drink where I can smell it. That does not seem fair to either of us.There is a glass right by my nose. It is not for me. Most things are not for me, and I have stopped checking which ones are.My mouth is open a little. I did not open it on purpose. It just stayed that way while I was busy being close to this glass.There is a tag hanging off my collar with my name on it. Someone wrote it down so I would be findable. I am right here, though. I have not gone anywhere.The couch behind me is bigger than I am and will be here longer. I lean my face near the glass instead. It is the warmer thing to be near while I am still around to be near it.
