She is very comfortable
I sleep there instead of my bed many nights
i have cuddled with my ex girlfriend, my current girlfriend
shared drunken stories with friends.
And then said friends have vomited on ugly grey couch.
I found this couch in a thrift store.
One of my friends nearly OD’d on heroin on this couch.
My dog peed on the leg of it once, and i spilled coke on it.
Somehow, no matter how much shit it’s gone through,
it absorbs all the smells and stains, and appears brand new.
Yesterday i ate a caramel chocolate bar, and spilled caramel on it as it dripped out of my lips.
My fluffy dog has slept comfortably on it,
and so has my cousin, whilst on her period, apparently.
It’s also endured my sweaty nightmares and ptsd panic attacks.
And to the people who air bnb’d here once, there’s no telling what they did to it.
All i know is, one of the people staying here was quitting opiates, during their stay.
This couch has seen things.
