I’ve been sleeping on couches recently. Family couches and friend couches. Usually someone offers me a bed or an inflatable mattress at least. But still I choose the couch. I like the chance, when I get it, to fall asleep in the middle of something. I like falling asleep to the gentle voices of other humans and creaking floors and someone trying to navigate the kitchen in the pitch black.
As soon as I wake up, as soon as I sit up, it’s a couch again, a decoration, common ground. There are no walls to protect my morning self from other people. Who knows what will happen.