I am personifying an everyday object. Would you like to hazard a guess as to what the object is?
I lie on the couch while watching the tiny beams of sunlight attempt to penetrate the tightly shut blinds of this dark room. Like always, I am staring at the ceiling while trying my hardest to ignore the stickiness. The twins had spilled orange soda on me again.
How great it will be if I have arms and legs? With arms and legs, I can cross the room, open the blinds, and drown this room in sunlight. With arms and legs, I can escape the twins and their sticky fingers. I can finally rid myself of this stickiness and misery. I can finally have freedom and a life. If only my fantasy can turn into reality.
Originally written and published: May 19, 2014
Revised: December 10, 2015
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