medusacascade
She opened the door and was suddenly greeted by Roger. "Oh my gosh, you scared the crap out of me."
"Sorry," he said. "Didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to say hello." He hugged her tightly and she smiled, happy to see him after a long, drawn-out day.
The couch was impossibly uncomfortable. She could never understand why someone would buy something that looked like it was meant to be in a German dance club. It was something that Zeeter would own from that SNL sketch with Mike Myers. How was anyone supposed to lie down on this thing? Isn't that what you were supposed to do in psychiatrists' offices?