an afternoon on the couch

it used to be falling you know? all the time falling.

the couch was putting me at ease, i shifted to gain more comfort. there was no reply from the listener.

sometimes by myself, sometimes my whole family. once we were driving in a flat red land, barren. then we flew off a cliff and fell, for ages.

the listeners breathing remained constant, maybe a little heavy, but constant.

before that it was dying. not me though, just my family. they would die in quicksand with me standing at the edge. i wasnt sure if i couldnt help them, or if i didnt.

i shifted again, this couch was damn comfy, felt like i could lie all day and talk my head off.

but nowadays i dont dream much, or dont remember them at least. is that odd?

given the lack of feedback to date i didnt wait for a reply.

they say eating watermelons makes you dream, maybe i should eat more watermelons.

can i say something?

at last i was getting a response back.

yes.

i have other customers waiting, do you want to buy the couch or not?

an afternoon on the couch

Michael Douglass

Alexandria, Australia

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