I am always there. Sitting in the living room. Waiting for someone to come to me. I can’t reach out and grab anyone, they have to come to me. One. Two. Maybe three people sit on me. But I would rather just have one or two. I don’t like a lot of people bothering me, but having company is always appreciated. And you always know the messy family members that spill every single drink or food on me, just like people around me. At school. At work. Or at home. People can let me down or cause drama that I can be apart of, but I always try to clean things up and push through the disgust and make sure the mess is all cleaned up.

Messy or not, I am one that is very soft and comfortable. My skin is soft. No, not literally soft. Another word for soft could be sensitive. My emotions are always all over, from when my friends ditch plans and makes me frustrated, to having a bad volleyball practice and being angry, or to being in the best mood because it’s the weekend and I get to hangout with my friends, or to being depressed because I have to go to work, just like all of the pillows on the couch. And many times, you never know where they are. On the floor. Behind the couch. Or on the couch in your way. My feelings would get in the way of anything I do. If I am frustrated or angry it is very, very difficult for me to get over it and keep going throughout the day.

Sometimes you get tired of where it is in the living room. You switch up the layout every once and awhile just to try something new. Then there is always those times when it’s time to get a new couch and it takes forever to break it in and make it feel comfortable. It never feels the same as the old worn out one. But it always gets better that you feel fresh and new when you find another one that makes you happy and comfortable. Once in awhile you would have your friends over and you would force open the couch to pull it out into a bed. It is never easy to open up. You may get cuts and bruises or maybe it is worth it in the end. I am a couch and I am always there.