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[This is a writ­ing assign­ment that was first prompted in our Writ­ers Work­shop with some incred­i­ble Hall­mark writ­ers at Bliss­dom and Casey from Moosh In Indy and Stephanie from Adven­tures in Baby­wear­ing. The key is that you write with pen and paper for 3 min­utes about a couch from your life­time. You’re sup­posed to write in present tense, but I just couldn’t with this couch. It took me back…I was instantly 8 years old…]

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I hate hav­ing chicken pox! It’s every­where and I can’t stop itching!

…sigh…

That’s it…I need another body scratch. I just knew this turquoise shag car­pet would come in handy!  Oh…yeaaaaahhhh.…

I’m burn­ing now…hot, hot, hot! Back on the couch…back on the couch!!!

Ahhhhh.…it’s so cool and sooth­ing to my chicken dis­ease. Good thing, it’s burnt orange…hopefully my bleed­ing scabs won’t show up so bad.

Good grief…I’m so bored.

If I watch Elec­tric Com­pany one more time, I’m gonna start scream­ing, “HEY, YOU GUUUUUYS!”.

Man, this couch is awe­some. It’s just puffy enough. I can rest my head on the arm and it doesn’t make my neck stiff. Maybe I should just drift off for a bit before the itch­ing comes back.

Heh…I love it how if I push the vel­veteen threads this way, the couch is one color and another color if I push it that way. But it’s hard to spell my name just right.

Oh shoot! A thread just came out…oh look…I can pull another one out.

Hee, hee…it’s kind of sooth­ing… just pick­ing and picking.

Should I scratch or pick?

[pick, pull, pick, pull]

Oh no…there’s a big patch miss­ing! How did that happen?

Maybe I can blame Hulk­man…that won’t work, she’ll know I’m lying. Dang it.

I need to dis­tract her…“Mooom! I don’t feel so good…*whim­per*…can you pray for me?”

*Wink*