Prompt 1: Look at an item in your room for a few seconds. Then try to recall everything about it with your eyes closed. Then write a description about it.
My couch lives up to the stereotype of most couches. You walk in from a long day at work and it beckons you with its soft rounded pillows. It reminds you of the past memories of good books where the hero got the girl, and when your husband surprised you with scented candles and a romantic dinner in front of Firefly. You sigh and set your things down, put on your favorite sweats, grab a blanket and prepare to sit for the next few hours. You wiggle your bottom further into the cushion, grab a pillow to hug and place the TV remote within reaching distance. After an hour whizzes by, the couch begins to eat you. It's overstuffed headrest takes command of your rested and limp body forcing your head and shoulders over your concave chest. To readjust, you then lie down resting your head on the arm of the couch. Oh, the smell of owners past and last night's Cajun chicken dinner. With a growl of disgust, you find a pillow to stuff under your head, the angle is too sharp though and a tight pain begins gnawing on your muscles. You get up and push the slipping cushions back into the couch and decide to lean to the other side of the couch trying to find a more comfortable position for your back. Oh, the overbearing headrest again. Within the hour, your head finds the armrest again and you sink into the back of the couch, its pillows surrounding you with dreams of clouds and that Cajun chicken.
My couch, like all the other couches, is the most comfortable and tempting location of my wee apartment, yet the most uncomfortable and the problem of most of my back pains. My couch is green.
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