Sitting is

the new vice,

like smoking.

Granny smoked

for forty

years and then

dreamed about it

long after

her last cig.

Imagine

if I stopped

sitting…I’d

definitely

dream about

leaning back,

feet propped up,

book open

in my lap.

Will there be

“NO SITTING”

sections in

restaurants?

Aunt Betty,

who smoked most

her life, said

sometimes she

felt like a

criminal…

having to

smoke outside.

Will we all

give up our

sectionals

for standing

desks instead?

Portable

treadmills at

home, work, school?

Don’t sit still!

Don’t sit at

all! “It’s time

to stand,” says

your Apple

watch – get up!

I dream I’m

sitting down

on a soft

sofa filled

with feathers.

Secondhand

smoke curls like

ribbons from

Granny’s last

cigarette.