As I sit and stare
My reflection showing
Rain slithering down the window
The thunder erupting through the night
The thoughts of being outside in the cold
The tingling in my back
Making my hair stand up
Sofas are nice
They are soft
But not too soft

The soft cushions on the sofa
Like fluffy clouds
The warmth of the fireplace
The cup of hot coco in my hand
Making the outside world invisible
Hearing the snaps of wood burning
Dreaming of the sofa and I
Running on a warm beach of a sunny afternoon
Nothing can stop the thoughts of warmth and safety
Not even the thunder
Sofas are nice
They are soft
But not too soft

Sleeping through the night
Not a single sound
Standing up, still no sound
That is the sound of quality sofa
Making it feel as if the sofa itself is a dream
The fabric rubbing against my face like a teddy bear
The cushions making me want to never leave
Sofas are nice
They are soft
But not too soft