and even harder to keep stuffed in.
all three keep scooting their way out from beneath their vertical siblings, like the tie of a polyester wrap dress unknots itself every five minutes.
they must love the butts glued to them so, can’t bear to part with them. reaching with dingy microfibers for another moment with that dark denim. the butts agree, “this is an agreeable relationship. you keep me cushioned and comfortable. it’s the least i can do.” and so they leave behind a bit of the blue as a token of remembrance and a promise to return.
they didn’t scoot upon test sit, when we borrowed the mini-truck and drove across town to meet a lovely couple craig listed. we sat just long enough to seem like good consumers, but were too anxious to actually test anything. we liked them, they seemed to have loved it well, we traded cash for a few of their favorite stories & roped our purchase down, excited for the new chapter in its life.
from bonus room jungle gym to our first home mainstay, maybe they just struggled to transition. it was a lot all at once. the others only took naps there occasionally. we new people spend every possible moment with those cushions.
we eat every meal propped against
pretend to read until we dose off on top of
watch our favorite shows clutching
talk about our day snuggled into
dig our feet beneath those always sliding cushions.
but we never.
never lose the remote.
and for that i will always remember these cushions.
(cheers blissdom writers – this was inspired by a challenge in a workshop, prompted by steph at adventures in babywearing)