My Couch
I like to sit on my couch at the end of a long day.
The beige stripes on the cushions
make me feel relaxed in my resting
place. The stain on the backside of
the left cushion reminds me of my
little brother and how much he
enjoys his red Kool-Aid. I put my
feet up and lean against the arm,
I pull my orange fuzzy blanket
up to my chin and then doze off
for just a minute or two before I
remember all the things I have
to do. In the evenings, especially
Saturday nights, I curl up in the
corner and turn off all the lights.
When I am ready with theatre
butter popcorn by my side I travel
through space, under the sea, and
wherever else I please. My
couch is a lover, but better than
any human could be. It will never
leave me or tell me to go away.
It is always there for me, at the
end of a long day, arms wide open inviting me in.
