The carpet is flat and I am flat against it. Neither of us is going anywhere. That feels about right.
The carpet is flat and I am flat against it. Neither of us is going anywhere. That feels about right.I have stretched out as long as I go. This is the whole of me, laid out on the floor for anyone to measure. I am shorter than I hoped and that is fine.There are big machines on legs behind me, standing up like they have somewhere to be. I am on my side, which is the opposite. Nobody built me to stand like that, and I have stopped trying.The toys wait on their shelf to be played with. I wait on the floor for nothing in particular. We are both just here until someone remembers us.My eyes are closed but I am not really asleep. I am just waiting on the ground, which is the same thing I do awake. It saves deciding which one I am doing.
