The Red Chair
We are at a conference and I was challenged by a friend to write something about a very boring topic. She gave me "the red chair".
Cushioning my tush comfortably, the soft foam embraced my behind like a lover on drugs. Holding my back like it was worth dear life, and maintaining a perfect right angle to my elbows was what made the red chair different than the other chairs. It's what puts it ahead, even though it can never literally shift place. It's what makes it a best friend of mine in this moment in need, cause a friend in need is a friend indeed. It is what highlights the day, in which we are forced to endure an incomprehensible conference. Thank God for the chair, the beloved red chair.
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