My soft, brown, velvet made couch. Large enough for me to stretch my feet, yet small enough to support only me. My sanctuary and place of peace, like a throne I rest ever so comfortably. After experiencing this seat fit for a queen, no other seat can do me justice. While on this seat I feel free, more comfortable, than even when I sleep. When I sit, the cushion sinks in so deep almost like I’m floating on a cloud. Whether it be studying, reading, laughing, looking, feeling, or just sitting, nothing induces focus like my velvet made couch. There could be an all-out war two feet from me, but if I’m seated on my couch it’s like I don’t even hear a sound. When I rest it feels like I’m in space, I don’t even weigh a pound. Comfort so intoxicating the only thing I fear is setting foot on ground. This couch of mine smells like all my favorite things in the world delicately mixed into one scent. It’s as old as a couch can get, but the older something is the greater the experience it contains. It’s as if I was blind, but now I see, this velvet couch of mine is the sanity of my being. Without it, I would have no place in the house where the acoustics are so perfect I hear everything from a pin drop to a gun shot. It feels like there is a secret underworld beneath, mystery as vast the universe. If only you could see what I see, feel what I feel, smell what I smell, and if only you had this seat. I would never trade such a pleasure for anything. My velvet couch completes me, as it sits like me, beneath me.

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God and I had been on one date before.

It was an eye-opening experience in which I learned that God moves through all objects of nature. Even the leaves that rustle in the trees with the wind are a part of God's hand.

I used to look at nature and see God. 

That was before my husband passed away.

He passed a few years ago and after that, I shied away from society. 

I went out only when it was absolute necessity as I could not bear to see couples together for I had lost my one partner in this life.

I could not even find peace in nature.

I resented God for taking him away for me...

It was about a month ago that I decided to attend a marriage conference that was intended for couples.

I felt it was something I had to do if anything was ever going to change in my life. 

I braved myself to be alone in a room full of pairs.

That night God and I had our second date in my hotel room.

After room service had delivered my meal, I slept for a while on the couch.

I awoke suddenly and gazed out of my window just to catch the last of a magnificently

beautiful sunset. Some stars and the moon were beginning to shine in the still blue and pink sky and the moon was reflected in the totally calm, blue and pink river.

I believe God was sending me a message to remind me that he loved me. 

I resolved that the moon's reflection in the water was a part of His signature.

I realized that God had never disappeared all those years. 

He was simply waiting for me to find him again.

It is often in our suffering that God awakens a strong desire in us for nothing more than Himself. 

I plan on attending more dates with God. 

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Aloha amateurs, anticipate an articulate alliteration. Any artistic author always aims at acquiring awards and almost always achieves actual acclamation, and advantageous approval. Applicants' accomplishments avidly acknowledges ability and academia alike. Apparently appropriate arguments accompany abstract. Authorship attracts apprenticeship. Abundant aesthetic animation advertises advanced art.  Autonomous agents attempt against another. Artists apply an admissible attractive afterthought. Applaud all amazing adherence, admittedly absurd. Aspire again, avoid anger, adopt admiration. 

Anyone have any challenges?

I will also be trying to start up some new challenges- to come shortly.

I find prompts incredibly helpful in my own writing and I enjoy reading how others respond to the same prompt.