Waking up on a couch is okay if it's a friend's place and you've slept there a hundred times, usually with your boots still on. That saves time in the morning when you gather up your keys and phone and grab a cold coke out of the fridge and let yourself out into the cold dawn while your buddies sleep it off.
And by you I mean me.
Then across a Sunday quiet town, whistling along to the radio, nose pointed home to bed and cat and ice water for the next morning drymouth and clothes that don't smell like bonfire and friends who chainsmoke inside. I think I slept on my glasses.
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Sunday morning coming down...
From one bed to another on a cold morning. Not a bad journey.
ATT: ...wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
Mama: Not bad at all. And then Taylor came over after work and we had cheese and movies.
That all sounds really nice and comfortable. Did you have crazy dreams on the couch?
Yep, and then even crazier dreams when I got home. But nothing I remember now.
Yeah, I always have the most vivid dreams when I am not in my own bed. I moved to my own couch last night around 4:AM because I was all sweaty, and when I finally woke up for real I went, WHOA! Need to write that down! But I didn't, and now they are gone.
I've had nights like those.
I don't trust anyone who hasn't.
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