that couch

caught a bug, was worn down a little and went to a concert, then partied with some friends in Denver all night, watched the sun come up.... caught a bug.  decided to lay down in the evening hours to try and honour my body's request for rest.  as i lay there on the couch looking out over the land of the sandman a familiar feeling rushed in.  there were many days after a full day of learning at school that i would come home and take a nap on my mums couch.  it is my mums couch because it was pink and queen ann style.  the best thing about that couch was it's length, so maybe my father did have something to do with it.  it is one of the few couches i have met that i can sleep on for i am tall, and so is my dad.  i enjoyed napping on that couch over my bed mostly because the living room was very close to the kitchen.  it was incredibly comforting to hear the rest of my family in the kitchen, to mutter contributions to conversations, to feel them come in and check on me, all to soon to poke and prod if i managed to make the journey to sleep.   it was a time to feel safe, to let go of all of the pressures of the outside world, to rest.  
Now as i lay there, my ears strained to hear that comfort.  These days it is I cooking the meals, making conversation with the cat, telling the stove timers beeping to hold on a second...   I lay there missing my mum and that couch.  I hoped for a moment that everyone gets a memory or two like that, memories of a safe haven and a mother's love.