My Living Room

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As I sit down into the aged sitting chair in my living room, it welcomes and embraces me like Grandma did when I was young. The temperature is a perfect blend of hot and cold. The sitting chair adds to the coziness, one could not ask for a more comfy chair in their dreams. The first thing noticed when sitting in the chair is that it embraces the body. A mix of a soft, pillow-like essence and firm supportiveness that only comes from the right amount of use. I can hear the tick-tock of the clock that lets me know there is another marvelous day ahead of me. The intricate, winding grain patterns of the hardwood floor mesmerize me. The rich accents of the wood are more beautiful than the ripples on top a calm lake. Two rocking chairs sit in the corner, reminding me of the many times I was held in those chairs and the many times I held my brother and sister in those chairs. One is a deep, worm brown, it is the larger of the two and has much more elegant carvings. The other has a lighter tinted stain; it is smaller with very plain detail work. It is still my favorite because it is the chair I was rocked in, and the chair I rocked my siblings in. The smell of coffee from a scented candle propped on the piano fills the air. Our old, rugged piano has played many songs, most beautiful composures, but also the beginner pieces. Just looking at the piano brings music to my ears, symphonies, concertos, and masterpieces created by the likes of Beethoven and Bach. The luscious, deep brown, ebony couch and recliner are the most comfortable couch and chair I have ever had the pleasure to rest on. The soft, moist leather cover the massive pads and arms of the couch and chair. There is no wood on the couch that is not covered by padding, not even for styling, there is not need to alter the beauty of the couch. These pieces of furniture, masterpieces, have powers of God.

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