Or should I say the couches. Both were a cream color with a slightly rustic weave. They felt nubby, but this was because the nubs were pills that couldn’t be easily if at all plucked from the fabric. Over the years, one of the two couches would become my bed when I visited. If it was the loveseat, I either curled up on my side or, on my back, propped my lower shins up on the far arm. The placement of the couches in the small living room dictated which of the two was destined to become the temporary sleeping quarter. I wanted to be able to see the t.v.- the channels, particularly news, weather, and public access, were so different from those I had at home that they were absorbing, and thus, conducive to sleep. A sheet would be found and folded in such a way as to become both the bottom sheet and a cover.

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