Box 15

Sitting in my room at my parents’ house is my favorite chair.  It’s a pea green color, the color often associated with the seventies. This association is heightened with the surrounding rust orange colored walls and patchouli sent. The chair is the same style as a Lazy Boy, a knock off, of course. The fabric of the chair is old and worn to the point that it almost looks like it’s covered in shag carpeting. The chair sits in the corner of the room. The blinds in my room are meant to keep out all sunlight, but an uncovered edge of the window allows light to pour in during the early afternoon, hitting the chair’s corner. Sitting in the chair is unlike sitting in any other chair. It’s almost like it gives you a big, warm, cozy hug. Immediately after getting the chair I felt a sense of belongingness and safety with it. I bought the chair at a garage sale a number of years ago for twenty dollars. It was worth every penny.