Lampshade

How did your commute begin? Because mine seemed like for once, it'd be without cringing. For the duration of a subway stop, I was too busy staring at the loading bar on my Youtube player to realize what was sitting across from me. Not a person. No, not a person.

For one, I've never seen somebody rest a cup of scolding coffee on their stomach (chest?). So congratulations on that. But what was especially intriguing was that I had to ignore all signs of human life because I swear I was staring at a beanbag chair. Not just any beanbag chair, but a beanbag with one of those lampshades sticking out from it. You know, the ones with the beads that swing around and clank together as a result of swift movement. Except those beads were her hair and that beanbag was the rest of her.

Maybe my imagination got the best of me. Or maybe that woman will show up at an art exhibit one day.