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Newton would have been proud of that armchair, of my perfected inertia, the soft cushions pushing me up every bit as much as my body pushed earthward.

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The armchair cushions take the form of my body and it is such bliss. The hours will pass, just me, the television and a popcorn bowl on my lap. This stupidly comfortable chair is the the hug I need when there is nobody to hug me, when the best I can do is enjoy some quiet time and my own company.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 14, 2019.
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The armchair was my throne and my cocoon as my emotions waxed and waned, my imagination ever transforming it into the very thing required.

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The armchair so soft and warm was a sort of functional teddy bear, a place to rest and take sanctuary.

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The armchair had been the seat of my dreams these many years as I relaxed in nature's woven moments.