I am the blue couch by the window.
Loved, unloved, used, unused; baked in the morning sun.
Nowhere I’d rather be
Next to the wall, standing on the 4th floor
I dream of holding a restless sole
I worry about you, leaving
I’m comfy, big and blue.
Sirens, squeaky neighbour’s upstairs and Hollywood Helicopters keep me awake at night
Providing comfort, safety and security through all, is the best
I hate it when I transfer germs
The deepest guilt.
My favourite times are the late mornings
Allowing me to fulfill my purpose
Remembered as that friendly, sun-drenched companion by the window.