I proclaim today: National Couch Day
Dreams are funny things. I rarely ever remember my own. Usually it requires some sort of conscious knowledge on my part of my surroundings. Often when I’m not sleeping well, the conscious brain is able to grasp a part of those dreams (which really just means that whenever I’m stressed out, I don’t sleep very well, and therefore the dreams I’m remembering are things that ought to just stay buried—such as anxiety dreams about grading papers). Today I was dreaming about navigating a river (who knows what came before that). I was just swimming down the river. I came to a stopping point about to enter the rapids. I realized I had to say goodbye to my friends and family before I entered the river, but before I had a chance, the rapids swept my away. It was a very calm feeling (and surprisingly smooth considering how many uprooted trees I’d seen pass down these rapids before me). Fortunately, I still had my cell phone (who knows why water doesn’t damage imaginary cell phones). I called Rob to tell him goodbye, but no answer. I suddenly realized, in a panic, that it was between 11 and 1, and that I was, under no certain circumstances, to leave the house because my couch was about to be delivered. Try as I might, I couldn’t get anyone else to pick up their phones. I waited until a point in the river where I could make a U-Turn to get out (who knows about that one), ran all the way to the apartment, only to find that my sister was still there and that the couch had already been delivered. Those nice delivery people had even thrown in a free loveseat for making me wait so long for the darn thing.
Today is, in fact, actually couch day. I’ve been waiting for this day for quite some time, and it just keeps getting postponed. But not today. Today, I feel like a kid on Christmas (which is probably why I didn’t sleep very well this morning). My plum-colored couch is being delivered today, and I peeked outside first thing this morning: no blizzard. So, this morning, for the last time, I sit on the imaginary couch (it’s a couch of a different color for everyone who visits the apartment); it’s a nice patch of floor, and I would pretend to be nostalgic, but who am I kidding? I still have plenty of other nice patches of floor.
Today is, in fact, actually couch day. I’ve been waiting for this day for quite some time, and it just keeps getting postponed. But not today. Today, I feel like a kid on Christmas (which is probably why I didn’t sleep very well this morning). My plum-colored couch is being delivered today, and I peeked outside first thing this morning: no blizzard. So, this morning, for the last time, I sit on the imaginary couch (it’s a couch of a different color for everyone who visits the apartment); it’s a nice patch of floor, and I would pretend to be nostalgic, but who am I kidding? I still have plenty of other nice patches of floor.
