I am cold and blue and no one wants to sit down. Maybe it’s because I’m blue? I think it’s because I have a special purpose and jealousy is at work. Some are built with purpose and others just exist. Like walls. They don’t do much. They enclose the studs, which are the real load bearers. Walls are bosses that keep the studs hidden and control the space between rooms.
Maybe walls do have a special purpose, but not a good one. I listen and can hear the studs whisper. If they talk louder, the walls get mad. I wouldn’t mind a stud for company. I wonder what he’d have to say? I’m made of metal, so maybe he wouldn’t like me?
The door groans. She’s a hard worker, and I watch her swing dozens of a times a day. I’m glad my special purpose doesn’t involve hard work. I am lonely most of the time. People come by and their butts touch my seat and they cry, “That’s cold!” as they jump up.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt
The prompt is “up/down.” Use one, use them both, but try to put one in your first sentence. Bonus points if you use the other in your last sentence.
Bearing Untold Stories 