The Hollow Prophet

The inflatable mattress stood upright in the corner. In the evening light it took on the countenance of a sage. The light caught the rippled surface to give it three dozen eyes. A flat ridge running across its width was a contemplative mouth, silently judging all it saw. Brand new, yet with a look of aged wisdom, it looked in all directions forward across the cluttered room. Filled with breath that allowed it to fulfill its purpose, but never speak, its wisdom was a reflection of the imaginations of those around it. A silent fool.