Becoming One with the Sofa

Have you ever thought of becoming one with the sofa?

I sit in silence,

I don't have the willpower to reach to the coffee table for the remote.

From here to there is too great a distance.

So I sit in silence.

My thoughts ruminate and I begin to sink.

I sit in silence, staring at the wall and all I am capable of is to think.

Think thoughts, good, bad, ugly.

Maybe one day I will right one of the thousand novels in my head.

Have you ever thought about becoming one with the sofa?

To sink into the cushions.

Become swallowed whole.

To meld with the fabric.

Become one with the seams.

To simply slip away into the depths of the sofa.

Wouldn't it be easier that way.

Would anyone even notice that the sofa and I are one?

Will they just use me without noticing I am in there like they always do?

Have you ever thought about becoming one with the sofa?

Its very lonely down here.