Fiction Friday – Couch Surfing

Couchsurfing

Lying on the couch, stretched out, and my head and feet touch the inside of the armrests. My left side is against the back cushions. It feels like it could be three sides of a coffin. That eternal rest. I can wear an origami crane as a crown and watch the television if I turn my head to the right. This is how I make contact with mystery.

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