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This morning I approached the couch with the seriousness it deserves, aware that the arrangement of bodies, blankets, and ambient warmth would determine the quality of the next several hours, if not the entire day.
Both Assistants were present, which complicated matters. Several blankets were already in circulation, each with its own texture, weight, and implications. I conducted a slow perimeter walk, pausing to assess a folded corner that appeared promising until further inspection revealed it to be misleadingly drafty.
The wool blanket suggested stability but lacked emotional warmth. The gray fuzzy one offered immediate gratification at the cost of being trapped. I tested a middle ground, inserting approximately 42% of my body beneath the fabric while keeping the rest exposed, in case a swift and dignified exit became necessary.
Assistant #1 shifted, which I interpreted as an invitation, or possibly a trap. Assistant #2 remained still, projecting confidence. I chose a position precisely between them, aligning my spine with one leg and my head against the other, achieving a configuration that maximizes touch while preserving autonomy.
This was not dithering, nor was it instinct.
It was a deliberate choice, and I am currently here, warm and resolved, monitoring the world from inside my blankie.