So, after sleeping for such a long time, hr unexpectedly woke up.
When he woke, he didn't recognize his setting.
He didn't remember falling asleep there.
It was a couch.
Was it a friend's couch? Had he gotten drunk and needed a place to crash?
Was it a lover's couch? Had he gotten drunk and not been able to perform?
Or was it just a couch existing outside of relationships?
Groggy, and timid, he looked around for clues as to where he was.
The coffee table next to him had a crushed beer can on it.
Maybe he crushed it.
Maybe he drank it.
Maybe he built the coffee table.
No way to know.
And just then, he heard a rustle upstairs,
And realized I wasn't alone.
One of your own? That is a great read.
Yeah, sometimes I write
Awesome. I will take note. We need new narratives and myths written for our people.
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