Prompts = Food, Predicament, Sedentary
She’d said I was too sedentary but I waved her off with my Cheeto dusted fingers, paying more attention to the TV than my girlfriend. Funny — I remember what she said but nothing about the show.
She’d gone to work and I’d dozed on the lounge chair. I know I slept because when I woke up, I’d melded to the faux leather. As in I was the cushions, the arms, the legs. Quite the predicament, including all the bits of food and small change up my keister.
And then the dog jumped on me.
Which woke me up.
To jogging.
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