Marshmellow Sofa

Nothing about you was appealing as you sat across the furniture showroom. In fact, I was most certainly repelled by your lumpyness and grand scale. Not my style. But when I tried to walk around you my hand brushed against your upholstery and I will never be the same. You felt like a plushy, microfiber blankey. I paused. I leaned in. You compressed like my favorite pillow. Knowing the risk I was taking falling into something I would never own I thought I could just sit at the edge and test the seat cushion. Which, I'm sure you remember, quickly turned into testing out the reclining feature. I shifted and curled and your armrest perfectly held held my head as the rest of me sank into you. And for that moment, in that huge warehouse showroom of furniture I hated, I loved you.