it was another day at the sturdivants and I was... on the ground. laying flat near the door to the deck... I am the rug! green, braided, with assorted dog hairs intertwined in my fabric. I can feel the computer chair on my shoulder and there is a postit note stuck to my leg. a dog looking like a huge monster lumbers up and *turn turn turn* *sit* and I have been sat apon by adilade... people walk on me... and someone spills their tea. red rose tea. and it hurts. no one notices me... I am after all just the rug.
