Zombie In a Recliner

Around 9 A.M. it opened a toast and brie-encrusted laptop to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels on YouTube. When it laughed the birds in its head fell silent as if some cave-ogre had spontaneously combusted. Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term. It day-dreamed, now and then it thought of sex, but in a nonrealistic way. Around 6 O’clock, Its mate came home to inquire about, ‘its day’. “Been working on a poem,” it said.