Feet up, eyes closed
Lent back
Stool on two legs
Propped against the wall
Head loose
One leg crossed over the other
Bum forward, shoulders reclined
A glazed look out the window
New chair
Padded everywhere
An extra lever for optimum comfort
An extra wheel for maximum glide
Central heating turned on full
Electric light killing the darkness
Forest sounds tweeting through the hi fi
Incense burning hairs in your nostrils
These imitations of lying outside in the grass
Will never be as good
As lying outside in the grass.
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