Blue Suede Shoes

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In the middle of the pouring rain

don't that just suck
*grin*

last night
I slept on the floor
in a big puff off comforters and pillows

it was kinda fun
took me back to the days
soon after I
moved out of my parents house
I didn't have a bed
so I slept on three pillows lined up
on the hardwood floors

I didn't mind then
there was a freedom in it
besides
have you ever attempted to have sex
on
three pillows
without bare skin touching
the freezing hardwood floors

it is some pretty funny shit
not to mention some serious acrobatics
[even without another person involved *wink*]

there is a certain humbleness of sleeping on a floor
and it is not just not having a bed
but more a question of perspective
from down there
the whole world looks bigger

your cats lurking shadow
scares the bejesus out of you
as it stalks forward along the wall

think about it
almost all of our lives
are falsely elevated

we sleep on beds
sit in chairs
in twenty story skyscrapers
but
rare is it that we get truly low to the ground

and usually those moments
are fairly random

laying on the beach
or in some cool grass

watching the waves roll in
or the clouds pass overhead

anyway I digress
so it was fairly refreshing
to sit there and enjoy a new perspective
at least to me

my cat did not share my enthusiasm in the least
he had been pissy all night
as all of his favorite items of furniture
were moved over the the new house
this indignity was the last straw
and he was having none of it

you see
unlike myself
who has experienced a wide range of economic standings
and found some fairly creative ways to deal with varied situations
my poor cat has not

his idea of roughing it is
when I wash the duvet covers
and we sleep with just the down comforter

or god forbid when that foolish drunken father of his
passes out on the couch and we have to sleep there

but this
sleeping on the floor
with just a comforter
this he would not stand

he walked around me
over me
on me
meowing loudly in displeasure
when I just chuckled
he resorted to violence
first attacking my feet
then circling me
meowing and poking at me
his message was clear

"what are you fucking joking"

"It isn't funny any more"

"get your ass up and bring back the big comfy bed"

"I said now mister"

it was fairly humorous to me
for
oh
the
first two hours
but
I was tired
so I told him to bite me
[bad choice of words]
and rolled over to get some sleep

Comments

[amazonwoman.livejournal.com]

Now I am strangely tempted to try and have sex on 3 lined up pillows on a hardwood floor.

[consume.livejournal.com]

Sounds like attempting it on a flip'n'fuck. Oh the days of college!

[ignote.livejournal.com]

Sleeping on the beach in the sand is a favorite thing to do. It's quite the experience to hug the earth so closely to your body, while hearing the waves reverberate under your ear.

What a nice thought for Tuesday morning.

[budhaboy.livejournal.com]

Honestly, if my wife would let me get away with it, I'd burn every stick of furniture (save a couple some patio furniture on which I could put computers), and replace them with pillows.

I should have been a monk.

[trishylicious.livejournal.com]

i think my kitten was on crack last night/this morning.
he/she (i think it's a she but not entirely sure) was bouncing off the walls even more than usual, all excited that she has figured out the way to climb up one chair and hop from there to a multitude of other places, such as my bed, the windowsill, the record stacks, and all sorts of other fun places that are fun for kittens to poke around.

yet, despite this newfound territory to explore, she kept climbing up onto my pillows and pouncing on my face and nibbling on my nose. sometimes she even licks my lips. maybe she is a boy? or maybe he/she and i were top secret lovers from another lifetime? from like 5am until i got up she would do this over and over. or she would pretend my arm was a tree trunk and climb up & down it and bite my fingers. when i left for work she was all pissed off.