From the Sofa's Pores
The day the portal opened I was changed. How can one not be - especially when a portal opens from the pores of a sofa...better yet grandpa George's sofa. I began to wonder if George knew about that alternate universe all along. Afterall why would he have slept there so often, for so long? Ultimatley I learned that's what it looks like to others, as though you're in the deepest of slumbers when really you are so far gone.
After that day, it opened often. Infact it was so frequent that I considered I may not be fully living in this dimension anymore - atleast not wholeheartedly. I was besides myself with curiousity, fever and joy. I was entering seasons of illuminating light simply by melting into microcosms and slipping into the fabric's open weave. I met creatures that I knew must have existed throughout my life but were abolished for reasons I don't know, still.
These days it seems the portal doesn't open frequent enough...infact they say that someday it may stop all together. I'm just getting my fotting in this new place and I don't know which of the two places I can say goodbye to...I feel like I'm just getting started.
Reader Comments (4)
I like to take a slumber on my sofa. So I could kind of relate to your post!
Pages and pages of it
Very interesting.
What are you doing in PR? I'm headed there soon :)
I really liked the idea that maybe, just maybe, it was a magical sofa :)
Hope you're enjoying Puerto Rico. Never been there myself.
i so wish a portal would open up in my little corner of the world....