Assignment 12: Joshua Pe

I’ve given up on trying to move. My body is wearing down. My muscles have been compressed and relaxed and compressed and relaxed every single night for over a thousand nights, and they’ve started to give up. I sometimes feel tiny bugs crawl within my guts, laying eggs and multiplying. I have not moved much at all, not for three years since I was bought. I’ve likely got three of four centimeters of dust just collected over millions of seconds. The human keeps lying on top of me all the time and won’t give me a break; it’ll often spill something wet that smells like old garbage or toss and turn, while sweating profusely. Unexpectedly I’ll be thrown to the side or flipped around. I hope no other beds come near me, I probably smell like farts and body odor. I get wrapped in clean linens often though, which is nice.