couch

tonight I'm at meg's apartment. flight out to new york tomorrow morning. got my sleeping bag out, don't really need a pillow. last minute check on the emails and I started to think about how many couches i've slept on. which me brought me to sleeping on Katie Berkedal's couch way back in 2003 ? this was before katie and sam ventured off to Kyushu. they were in the middle of filling out all of their paper work. they lived in this tiny apartment in an old brick building in Lacrosse Wisconsin. creeky wooden stairs. middle of the summer, no air conditioning. all we would could do was take showers to keep cool. not together mind you. I remember the bathroom. small. the apartment was shaped like an octagon. bay windows. itchy carpet. i think the couch was made of wool. didn't even really want to sit down on it. had the same sleeping bag that I have now. I remember getting really high and after everyone went to sleep i thought I was breaking out into hives. it was so hot in that apartment. staring at myself in the mirror at 2 am. is my face swollen? look right. look left. tilt my chin down. is my left check bigger than my right? i debated sleeping in the shower. after i brought myself back to reality i got the brain wonders about how I was sleeping on their couch. and how many other couches I potentially would be sleeping on and if i would ever have my own couch to sleep on. or would I always be that girl who shows up and sleeps on your couch. here I am 6 years later having these same thoughts. I guess I am that girl that shows up and sleeps on your couch. no fuss, i've got a sleeping bag.