So the parties over. And everyone is looking for a place to crash.
That docile and comatose stranger that you once saw slumped against the wall,
is now looking at the empty sofa.
The beds have been taken by lovers and experimenting drunkards.
And you need a place to sleep.
And low and behold the stranger is spewin' his guts out into the toilet.
This is your chance!
And as if the couch had been that thing missing from the side of your body all night,
you dive into the creases of sofa. And all your coins spill out your pocket into the gaping void.
You don't care.
You disappear under a blanket. Because if you can't see them, then they can't see you (naive).
And you pass out.
Until you are awoken the next morning by the sound of cleaning and clanking beer cans.
You hear the creaking of someone coming down the stairs, and phrase you will never forget,
"Who's that cunt on the couch?"
You may ask , Mikey, how do you know this story so well?
I am the cunt on the couch! ! !
And you may experience this at some point in your life, but where that badge with honour.
and although that couch may have felt, acted, and essentially
is, like a bed.
When the new day starts, people need to sit down sometimes, and the multi-purpose use of a couch may send them mad. So you cannot lie in.
But if your in this position, have some fun with it.
If there are two chair objects free, make them into a conjoined sleeping experience.
Use your imagination, i wanna see what you come up with.
