The yellow stuffed monkey doesn’t ask the woman for much, he doesn’t desire to be picked up, petted, or even spoken to. He simply sits where ever she decides, never complaining, never moaning, never wanting more.
She looks at him and remembers when she lived a version of his life. A drone going from work, to home, to couch, to television and again and again and again. But now, that has changed and though the woman loves her yellow stuffed monkey, she will not be his couch mate again.
We don’t ever have to be like the yellow stuffed monkey . . .
Until Wednesday friends :).