Yes. A rug.
A nice one though.
However, a bit rough around the edges.
Most have walked around me because somewhere hidden within the soft pile, were barbs.
But, I have groomed myself, and begged people to walk on me.
And walk on me, they have.
My pile is quite smooshed these days.
And I’m becoming a bit threadbare.
But, I’m still a rug.
I have higher aspirations, and with the help of my husband, one day I will become a chair.
Not the porcelain type found in the potty room, but an elegant chair—bedecked with blue sapphires, and peridot gems (Seattle Seahawk colors).
The most comfortable throne that will beckon all to sit upon.
To remind me what an ass feels like for being a rug. 😀