On the Red Sofa. Oh, that Red Sofa.

It was about 4pm and I was laying on the Red Sofa in my living room. The afternoon light softly shining through the verticals and I could feel my eyes slowly closing when Rena walked in and began to talk to me. As she rambled I could feel my legs and hips and arms lift from the Red Sofa and and my head and torso sink into the scratchy red fabric, amazed by the loss of gravity and pressure. I was floating inside and above the same object. That scratchy Red Sofa.

"I'm getting a real bad body high here." I said.