Marjory, or Midge, lets herself go. On a loveseat in a living room in an apartment

Marjory, or Midge, lets herself go. On a loveseat in a living room in an apartment, Midge imagines she is a bundle of foxes wrapped in a fur coat. Midge licks around her fingers and around her fingers. They say, if you love something let it go. So Midge lets herself go. Midge is happy. Licking her fingers. On a loveseat. In an apartment's living room.

There is no TV in this apartment's living room. So Midge flicks through boogers not channels and little turds. Midge's eyes are loud when she moves them. And glossy. Midge is on a loveseat.