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The couch

I'm sinking, tired, down on the couch.
Softness from the worn cloth envelop me,
the suspension has given way.
Comfortable silence when the TV sound mutes emptiness.
Body heat, friendly, warms up my tired legs. The muscles that where stiff and tense become soft.

The blanket exhale the smell of hay, the light from the television paints the room in soft colors

I'm transferred carefree down into sleep

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Publicerad 2009-09-26 13:07

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