Sometimes I would deliberately sleep on the couch.
(weird behaviour, one would say)
But the couch had something different.
With just enough room so you don’t feel lonely,
and the same warmth as that of human skin,
I always slept well.
One morning as I’m paralyzed in sleep,
A grasshopper begun to challenge me.
It is as if he was defending his home,
It is as if he was letting me know he ruled these parts
(meaning the couch, of course)
In the dimness of the light, I saw him.
And in one full motion I swung, as he crashed into the wall,
Fixed my pillow,
and attempted to sleep once more.
It wasn’t over though, he came back with vengeance.
Landed on my ear with a droning sound, waking me,
as he flew parallel to my eyes,
where our starring contest lasted a good 10 seconds.
With intentions of finishing the grasshopper later,
Looking like a zombie, I made my way back to bed.
Admitting defeat over the battle of the couch,
I leave him with this win.