Our couch

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I’d mentally staked my decision that it would indeed, be my last day sprawled pathetically on our couch, resembling an afterthought of roadkill. Three days deep into having strep throat, I had rested, napped, and become a semi-permanent resident of the couch, like the recent pillows that had welcomed themselves at home in it’s corners. Yes, I’d had about enough …