i wear myself out jumping on my bed. when i was a smaller creature, i treaded and shredded through bedsheets tunneling. coming through the tucked in part, i arrive and bound forward smashing matted carpets in persia, soaring high to land again. bedknobs, time travelers, mind benders. i love to jump on a bed. i always have.
i have an archive of bed jumping photos documented over the last million years.
it makes me happy.
i am happy.
i have a new song lodged in my head. its about people with nowhere to go. i am always going and not leaving. i like it so much.
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