The second day in Chicago a large package arrived via faulty UPS. It contained a 4 inch memory foam mattress topper. The instructions said it needed to be unwrapped and allowed to breathe for 24 hours. Unfortunately that kind of restraint proved impossible with this foam. We immediately jumped on the memory foam / wrapped each other up in it / started loving it.
I felt like a zooplankton / crill caught in the maw of a blue whale’s baleen. A dream whale.
uhg2bfkm. this is amazing. are you familiar with Temple Grandin’s squeeze machines/hug boxes?
If I was a pig about to go to slaughter
I could search your daily movement
And find no reason to leave the Earth
So I’d break out of the hug machine and roll in the foam