Convertible Sofa Time Machine

I recently stayed at a friends house and had the joy of sleeping on a convertible sofa. Yes, I am being a little sarcastic about it being a "joy", but only because this sofa was from the 1970's. I believe it was still the original mattress (about 4" thick with a canoe in the middle), the type you know you are going to feel a bar in the middle of your back around 1:00 am. It was also a funny brown and orange color, something that fit very well into a 1970's family room. It was nothing like today's convertible sofas! I have slept on a new one before, and it was very comfortable. But beggars can't be choosers, I was tired from driving all day so I figured I could sleep almost anywhere.

It took me a while to find the perfect position to feel semi-comfortable, but I knew that I would be fine as long as I didn't move. I fell quickly to sleep. It couldn't have been too much later when I woke up in a panic. I felt like I had been tossed up and folded in half, and the world was dark, very dark. I couldn't move. A little disoriented, I soon realized that I had been eaten by the convertible sofa. I screamed as the sofa started to crazily spin around. Next thing I knew, I was flying through the air as the sofa unfolded and spat me out.

But where was I? It was not my friend's house, but it seemed familiar. All of a sudden, I realize it was my house from the 70's, where I had grown up. It didn't look any different, there were still a couple of dozen lilac bushes in the back yard in full bloom, spring time. I walked a couple of blocks down the road to my old elementary school, and it looked like a special day. I walked inside, and sure enough I knew exactly when it was, 1976 school bicentennial celebration. I soon found my younger self, 8 years old, 2nd grade and dressed up as a bicentennial coin. Underneath the clap board I was wearing my yellow Mork from Ork tee shirt, Nanu-nanu. Too weird! I quickly returned to my old house, laid down on the convertible sofa, closed my eyes and tried to convince myself that it is just a dream.

Suddenly, I was again tossed up, folded up and in the very dark place, spinning around like crazy and screaming. Before I could take a second breath I was kicked out and flying through the air. I landed on my feet right by my old Junior High, meaning it was about 1982. I lived in Germany during those years, and styles may have been a little different than State side. The jeans were very tight and peg leg, tough to pull them over your ankle and to button up as well. Thank goodness leg warmers were not as popular overseas, but they were still seen occasionally. I also refused to feather my hair, but I am really glad to say that I grew up in the 1980's.

I jumped back onto the convertible sofa time machine and waited to see where I would go next. But nothing happened. I lay there waiting, I may have enjoyed the 1980's but I didn't want to relive them again. I must have fallen asleep because next thing I knew it was morning and I awoke at my friends house with something poking me in the back. What a strange dream, I thought as I looked down and saw a purple lilac laying by my pillow.