Long Conversation with Aching Back

This conversation has been sitting in the same place, and the same position, for too long.

It's got that nagging sensation in the lower back. Like there's something down there.

What if backs were made of teeth?

What if you could eat your mattress while lying on it.

Two cups and a large (ish) yellow box...conversing with one's aching back.

You make insightful comments about the latest turn your life has taken, and your back lets out a low moan of agony.

"Thanks for carrying me around all the time," you say to your back, which sneezes.

Exhaustion has soft paws, padded paws to magnify its stealth, which is something.

Exhaustion is twelve feet tall and stands on streetcorners at night, gazing at us with its yellow eyes.

I think that's a plate.

Exhaustion creeps up, pulls our heads off (gently working them away from our bodies).

I think that's aplate.

Arranges our heads nicely on a mattress with feathers.

I think that's a palt.

Disembodied heads don't have backs attached, don't feel pain, but they do have teeth.

Make

Pillows like teeth.

Mattress becomes documentary!

Two cups and a yellow box...and a habit...and a lullabye that encourages you to stay awake more.

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