I could get up. Nothing is stopping me. I just have not thought of a reason yet, and I am not going to go looking for one.
I could get up. Nothing is stopping me. I just have not thought of a reason yet, and I am not going to go looking for one.My head is against the cushion. I did not lean on it. I just stopped holding it up and the cushion was there to catch it.One ear went a little sideways and the other stayed straight. I am not sure which one is doing it right. I have decided not to pick.The couch is soft and gray and the same gray it was before me. It will be that gray after, too. I am glad I got the warm part of it for a while.Someone is looking at me. I do not know what they want. I have nothing to give, so I just hold still and hope that is enough.
