Something For Everyone
There was a woman... or a man... who once fought for justice, but, just as often, ran from it. They experienced a lot throughout their both long and short life. They'd had money, and then they didn't any longer. They were happy, but the rain clouds came and brought sadness with them. They liked dogs one minute, cats the next, and, before you knew it, they didn't like either of them, because of allergies--weird, adult-onset allergies.
Anyway, they were politically-engaged, but they were also apathetic most of the time. If it wasn't the cold or heat, it *was* the humidity. Their family meant the world to them, except when they were mad at them or had been wronged in tragic fashion.
And they never removed their mattress tag when they had access to a mattress. The End.