My mother has couch in her living room. It's completely white, and long, with a couple of matching rectangular pillows up against the arm at each side. She has owned it longer than I've been around. It sits in the living room, which in her home is different and seperate from the family room. The living room has always been a more formal place - a place for adults to sit and visit. There is no TV in the living room, so growing up I didn't spend much time there.
Now that I'm an adult, I spend more time there. The living room is right off her kitchen, which is where we spend most of our time there, and the living room is where the kids play, and we sit with a cup or tea and visit, or read. I'm much more familiar with that couch now.
Even though it's soft and comfortable, I've always seen it as more formal - not a place I would lay down and take a nap. Recently, though, we have discovered the magical powers of this couch. Anytime someone lays down on it, they are instantly so comfy that they can't help but fall asleep. It has gotten a reputation for being "the" place to take a nap.
Now every Saturday after our weekly pancake breakfast when I'm wondering where Spiral has disappeared to, I have to look no further than the magic couch. There he will be, in the middle of our children knocking over castles of blocks with great zeal, fast asleep.
Damn it! I was going to lay there!
