I came home today to find my couch missing. Nothing else, just my couch. The doors were locked, the windows all intact, the roof in place.. just one less couch than there used to be, four divots in the carpet a reminder of what once was. In its place was a book I thought I’d lost, a strangely large amount of hair and dust, and $20. I’m not sure if the $20 is some sort of repayment for the couch.. I can’t remember losing it, but it looks like it may have been there a while. Still, if it is a repayment, I guess I’m kind of $20 up.. I found that couch on the side of the road many years ago, abandoned but comfy. When I awoke on it that morning I wasn’t really sure where I was.. just that I was badly hungover and it was a really nice place to sleep. I ended up finding a supermarket not too far away, borrowing a trolley and getting it home that way.. though that took the rest of the day, as I had to wander about until I found something I recognised. Once I got it home I slept on it every night for a week. I liked that couch. I’ve been sitting on the floor where it was for a while now, but it’s just not the same.. and it’s dustier. Still, I guess I can finish this book now…
