Couch

I woke up on it.
Thinking it was
Saturday for a
brief moment.

I started thinking
about my Saturday
chores before
it sank in that
it was still
Friday.

I wish I was
still on my couch.
I wish it was
supporting
my lazy ass
now.

It's beat up.
It's seen
the best
and the worst
of me.

It's seen crying
of all kinds,
embraces and
laughter.

Sleeping and napping,
dozing and snoring,
lounging and laying,
sitting and sexing.

I wish I was on
it, my best girl too,
sitting in the splendid
comfort of
confident tuberosity.

In the imaginary
Saturday my
Friday morning mind
created.