
I have this recurring dream where I am confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life because the chair fell in love with me. Every morning when I wake up it’s there by the side of my bed waiting, genuflecting, demanding I join with it just once more, and then it will leave me alone. But it lies, and the next day it is there again feigning compassion, while clandestinely leaving it’s accessories around the house. When I confront it, it threatens to leave, rolling to the door, leaving me and my lifeless legs on the floor. Only after I beg does it return, daring me to ever again rebuke it.
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