My couch
My couch is gone. It’s gone. Everything is different. Things are not right. But The Boy just goes on playing same as always. The big couch is where my couch used to be. I guess I’ll just take a nap on it. But things are not right.
My couch is gone. It’s gone. Everything is different. Things are not right. But The Boy just goes on playing same as always. The big couch is where my couch used to be. I guess I’ll just take a nap on it. But things are not right.
June 22nd, 2009 at 8:55 am
Sounds like the way I feel about summer here in the South. These temperatures just aren’t right.
God made us to love both the consistent and the ever-changing.