I Miss Pretending to be a Suitcase

Half a year, anyway.

Bouncing off things and running.

Down to neck.

Barely have legs.

Didn't jump in it, but kept it under toes.

Yes indeed.

Solid as a rock.

A few weeks ago, while awake.

Neck misses it, but raccoon shelter is taking good care of things.

These are the odd shapes that air molecules make when trapped inside a firmly locked suitcase.

This is a moment of panic because my mouth was firmly shut, and I wasn't putting clothes in it.

Look at me! I'm cheerful because I put a cheerful sticker on my forehead.

This is the sound the sticker makes when cold weather and constant dampness makes it peel off and fall in the mud.

True cheerfulness in feet?

Wandering around on decomposing happiness?