Huh...

They are relaxing there, haphazardly dropped and forgotten. I threw it there last week and now it's comfortably resting. Draped and abandoned, it waits. They have been nesting in the corner all week, collecting, settling, and conforming to their new home. It's hanging around. It doesn't know where it will go, so it hangs, swaying back and forth, unconcerned with its future plans. That's my responsibility, and so are they. I have to do something about them, really. I need to collect them and put them where they belong, but I can't seem to care. They usually shout out and taunt me until I take action, but I've fallen and I can't get up. I sit lazily and contently. I've drifted into their world of misplacement and am enjoying the slow, steady rhythm. I know it won't last, but for now sitting, lying, and sleeping seem to be the answer. I'll think about them tomorrow. Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will clean my room, but not today. Today, I feel like being last night's pajamas.