I dropped onto the new sectional and kicked my feet up without thinking about it.
The cushions were still uncomfortably firm, and it didn't give the way the old one had when I settled into it.
The old couch had been broken in, shaped by use, comfortable in a way that only a good butt grove could make. This one would get there eventually, but for now, it was clean, intact, and free of anything bodily fluids I didn't want to think about.
That was enough.
The TV was already on, filling the room with noise that didn't require attention. I didn't remember turning it on, but that didn't matter. It was background, something steady that made the room feel occupied without needing conversation.
I reached for the snacks on the table without looking, grabbing whatever was closest and eating out of habit more than anything else.
