The shadowy figure in the living room
There is a dark, hulking figure in the living room. Every time I go in there, I see it, and I am reminded of how weak I am. It must weigh well over 200 pounds. When I am awake, it stands there. When I am asleep, it stands there. It sees me *sigh* and a bellowing laugh follows. I can barely breathe these days. I am carrying a heavy load. It is dark gray and black in color with mammoth proportions. It’s ironic that I picked it out. When I did that, things were different.
What might it be?
