As heavy raindrops poured down onto the roof, we lay on your leather couch, sipping lemon infused green tea and letting it warm our quivering bodies. You smoked a cigarette, the smoke snaking around my head and reminding me of all the other times we’ve lain in this same spot. All we could hear was the light sound of your fingers snapping to different strings on that old wooden lute and my voice singing an old folk song that rang through your entire living room.
You looked like you hadn’t slept in days and haven’t shaved for that long as well. Your stubbly beard scratched against my cheek every time we kissed.
I tapped my feet, clad in purple cashmere socks against the arm of the couch to the rhythm of your playing. Your aquamarine eyes shone in the light of your lava lamp. We hadn’t gotten out much, and our overgrown fingernails were scratching at the door. We wanted to get out, but the weather would never allow it.
Myra poured herself a Jack Daniels and lay the day’s purchases side by side on the couch. She stood back viewing each item like a slideshow: lug nuts; edible panties made with vodka, cranberry juice cocktail and pink grapefruit juice; a gigantic black Gucci bag; a Nordicware Belgian Waffler; a mini-crowbar; and a flared beige skirt on sale at JCPenney for $12.99. She considered the true uses of these objects and laughed at the silly, simple human condition. Then she set her drink down donned the panties and skirt, put on a black shirt, stuffed the rest in the Gucci bag, and headed out to execute her mission.
Laying down, relaxed. Thinking thoughts of the world. To dream, is to believe, to think, is to dream. Whatever we do, we become, and whatever we feel we are. The couch is the place to become true.
jon
a couch is probably the happiest place on earth, you can do everything on it. homework, eat, have sex, sleep, relax. everything. great place to go after a long stressful day at work with Chinese food.
Anastasia
soft warm, cool , green , brown all diffrent colers. cozy alsome comefy.
allie
The couch under the window had a dim light covering half of it, as an exhausted Justin came to sit down after a long day at work. He was anxious for what the couch would bring tonight; a scary movie night with the girl he’s liked for over a decade. She’ll sadly never feel the same way, he though, but spending time with her still made his heart flutter.
I sit on the couch everyday after school. I am a couch potato. Once, I sit on the couch, I don’t get up. I usually play video games on the couch.
Amber
i sit on my couch. it is comfy. soft, awsome, cool, crazy.
leelund
i like to sit on a couch cause they are amsome. when i sit on the couch i like to watch tv on the couch. couch are the coolest thing ever they are comfort.
reily
i love are couch my aunt jest got a new on it cost a good bit. we have a room in are house that jest has 2 couches and a table that is are reding and rlaging room. i love it !!
sierra
a place to sit and watch tv. a fun place to sit and play games. you can sleep on couches and rest after a hard day.
nathan
Couches are a heavenly way to sit down. Couches can be any color. I like to watch tv on my couhc. Others like other activitives on a couch.
Katie Hult
The World is Smaller
Than You Think
You know when you meet a friend of a friend and hit it off right away? That happens all the time around here.
In the last week 38,237 CouchSurfers around the world have met in person to experience fun, adventure, and hospitality.
You were sitting on the couch with your legs out. I checked over your shoulder to see if your mom was watching before I leaned in close to give you a small reminder of affection. Just a brush of lips across your cheek, a small smile, a little love. But I can’t call it that, because I’m afraid you’ll begin to believe it, and hell only knows I can’t afford to break you again. The cracks from last time have barely begun to heal.
Couches are so versatile. they can double as beds, or sex machines. Anything and everything can happen on a couch. A murder, A conception, a depression. All the world is a couch, and we are the cushions that makes it take shape.
it’s good to relax after a long day of work, in your bed, arm chair or couch.
read a book while you’re at it, watch TV perhaps or just log on to facebook or twitter and follow what others are doing.
Alaa
Couch. What a difference that one letter makes! The old brown and orange couch we used to have, the 1970s in a piece of furniture. The lumpy old bed that folded away inside of it, on its metal frame. So uncomfortable but so convenient for those times that whoever came to visit … unlucky them.
I have this awesome memory of my boyfriend and me; like when we first started dating.. we were laying on the couch one night, in the dark… and he told me how beautiful i looked by the light from the wii. Blue luminence :o)
Melanie
The couch calls my name. My weak legs attempt to stumble through the dark . My arms reach out, hoping I will soon reach the blissful cushions. Rest. I must rest now. The couch is so far away but so close. I lay on the floor.
you sit on it and eat food or watch tv while sitting on it. it is soft and could be big or small and it is found in most living rooms but also in basements and other places and sometimes people sleep on couches.
megan
I’m sitting on the couch writing this. When I think of the couch, I think of the place I’ve been sleeping for the past seven months. I’ve had a problems with my room since falling into this awful depression, so I’ve been spending my nights on the couch… not too sure why.
What the heck can I do with a couch? thought Annie, as she jumped on it. ‘I could boil it in the pot, or eat it, I guess…’ She had absolutely nothing to do. All the bees who wrote her stories were dead, and the videos that told her what to do all the time burned in The Fire. Now she had nothing but this….couch.
Isis
im on it , its brown. i feel comfortable.i love to cuddle on it. or sleep on it. my family spends time there. i love my family. the couch has pillows, and its soft and nice. i love family. and gatherings on it
i love my couch
Kristal
The couch is a lovely shade of ruby, with intricate gold detailing that swirls around looking like it in continuous movement. Quietly, we are sitting side by side, stiff and both unwilling to show how we truly feel. My hatred, his love.
Cathy M.
He was sitting on the couch, drinking his coffee. “I wonder how she will pull this off”, he said to himself. He’d been trying to figure it out for hours. She was such a mystery to him, and how she was going to pull off this scheme was even more mysterious.
Andrea
Cuando era apenas un niño, su padre no le tomaba mucho en cuenta. Trabajaba por largos turnos y la mayoría de las veces tomaba horas extra para tener mayores ingresos. Así que no estuvo muy presente en su vida. Cuando le pedía consejos o ayuda con el entrenamiento de fútbol, opiniones sobre sus trabajos de colegio o un minuto para hablar de lo que había hecho en el día; siempre eran negativas debido al cansancio. Y el entendía, pero pocas veces le creía.
Pasaron los años y su madre murió. Eso no ayudó a que afianzaran su relación. Mas bien los distanció aún más. Cuando le quedaban dos años para salir del colegio se dio cuenta de que su padre comenzaba a preguntarle más por sus asuntos. Pero él, resentido como estaba, no quería tener nada que ver con él. Así que al igual como él lo ignorara cuando pequeño, ahora su hijo lo ignoraba él.
La frase tan cliché que no puedes evitar escuchar al menos una vez en tu vida, “no sabes lo que tienes hasta que lo pierdes”, se ha hecho presente en su vida este último tiempo. Suspira y observa el sofá vacío frente a él. Recuerda a su padre derrumbándose cansado en su dura estructura y como su hijo se preguntaba la fórmula para encontrar la comodidad en un mueble tan andrajoso. Actualmente ya nadie habita en esa casa, la tiene como un lugar al que volver cuando se siente algo perdido. Sin la presencia de sus padres se siente como un cascaron frío y vacío, pero sigue siendo el lugar que llama hogar.
Toma aire y le cuenta, en voz alta, todo lo que no le dijo en vida. Le cuenta su vida a un sofá vacío. Imaginando que es su padre quien le escucha con una sonrisa en el rostro lleno de arrugas.
I sit on the couch and let my mind wander. From thoughts of my babies to the way she smiled at me. We gather and share nd love on the couch. And then we sleep. Yay. :)
Bella
I was sitting on the couch. I rolled over. Ew, a cheetoh. I haven’t had cheetos in a long time. I thought about it. Was it the new years party? Ugh, it’s August. This place needs a maid. Luckily, the garbage was nearby and I threw it away. I still had cheeto glitter on my hands. I went to the sink to wash them.
Kourtney
There they were, sitting on the couch in front of the tv as usual. They never really get up that much, and when they do, its a big deal. It makes me sad to realize that this was what their lives have come to.
Laying on the couch, I feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing. I am nothing. In this moment on my couch I am nothing. It is wonderful to be nothing sometimes though, no? This couch has provided my escape from being something. Its old, soft, time worn fabric is pleasing to my fingertips as I lay motionless on this couch.
it is a place where fat old people sit and watch their idiot box(t.v). couch may be very comfy but certainly not a place to lie in like some people do…. So i would conclude that couches are made to promote laziness and obesity.
Akshat
My couch at home is brown. We have a table on the middle of it where it can hold 2 different cups. Last night, Alex spilled chocolate milk on it first, and then he spilled peach juice on it later. Luckily, it didn’t stain.
Carrie
There I was. Sitting on the overstuffed blue and white couch in my mothers house. And I was terrified. I was divulging the latest change in my life to date, and i honestly wasn’t sure how she would accept it.
Andre
I sat there on the couch, thinking to myself, why am I here? What am I doing? I want to be there. Not here. As I sat there, I contemplated how I could get to where I wanted to be. I seemed to not be able to move from the couch.
Kobold
why is it still couch? i just saw my friend write this. not that there’s anything wrong with couches, they’re lovely. very comfortable. my mom used to read to me on a couch. i was so used to it i knew exactly where to sit so there was enough space for her butt to fit between me and the arm rest. and that’s it.
Joseph Abdul-Malak
I love that when we moved, we decided to throw away a couch that for years now has had bad memories for me. I really wish that we had done that sooner, as I really did hate that couch for a while, but boy am I glad it happened now. I also hope we can find a new one that’s cheap and does everything we want it to do. Its also cool that our love seat is big enough to now serve as a couch.
I want to go to there…
I like the couches in hotels that turn into beds. There hard to unfold.
As heavy raindrops poured down onto the roof, we lay on your leather couch, sipping lemon infused green tea and letting it warm our quivering bodies. You smoked a cigarette, the smoke snaking around my head and reminding me of all the other times we’ve lain in this same spot. All we could hear was the light sound of your fingers snapping to different strings on that old wooden lute and my voice singing an old folk song that rang through your entire living room.
You looked like you hadn’t slept in days and haven’t shaved for that long as well. Your stubbly beard scratched against my cheek every time we kissed.
I tapped my feet, clad in purple cashmere socks against the arm of the couch to the rhythm of your playing. Your aquamarine eyes shone in the light of your lava lamp. We hadn’t gotten out much, and our overgrown fingernails were scratching at the door. We wanted to get out, but the weather would never allow it.
Myra poured herself a Jack Daniels and lay the day’s purchases side by side on the couch. She stood back viewing each item like a slideshow: lug nuts; edible panties made with vodka, cranberry juice cocktail and pink grapefruit juice; a gigantic black Gucci bag; a Nordicware Belgian Waffler; a mini-crowbar; and a flared beige skirt on sale at JCPenney for $12.99. She considered the true uses of these objects and laughed at the silly, simple human condition. Then she set her drink down donned the panties and skirt, put on a black shirt, stuffed the rest in the Gucci bag, and headed out to execute her mission.
Laying down, relaxed. Thinking thoughts of the world. To dream, is to believe, to think, is to dream. Whatever we do, we become, and whatever we feel we are. The couch is the place to become true.
a couch is probably the happiest place on earth, you can do everything on it. homework, eat, have sex, sleep, relax. everything. great place to go after a long stressful day at work with Chinese food.
soft warm, cool , green , brown all diffrent colers. cozy alsome comefy.
The couch under the window had a dim light covering half of it, as an exhausted Justin came to sit down after a long day at work. He was anxious for what the couch would bring tonight; a scary movie night with the girl he’s liked for over a decade. She’ll sadly never feel the same way, he though, but spending time with her still made his heart flutter.
I sit on the couch everyday after school. I am a couch potato. Once, I sit on the couch, I don’t get up. I usually play video games on the couch.
i sit on my couch. it is comfy. soft, awsome, cool, crazy.
i like to sit on a couch cause they are amsome. when i sit on the couch i like to watch tv on the couch. couch are the coolest thing ever they are comfort.
i love are couch my aunt jest got a new on it cost a good bit. we have a room in are house that jest has 2 couches and a table that is are reding and rlaging room. i love it !!
a place to sit and watch tv. a fun place to sit and play games. you can sleep on couches and rest after a hard day.
Couches are a heavenly way to sit down. Couches can be any color. I like to watch tv on my couhc. Others like other activitives on a couch.
The World is Smaller
Than You Think
You know when you meet a friend of a friend and hit it off right away? That happens all the time around here.
In the last week 38,237 CouchSurfers around the world have met in person to experience fun, adventure, and hospitality.
You were sitting on the couch with your legs out. I checked over your shoulder to see if your mom was watching before I leaned in close to give you a small reminder of affection. Just a brush of lips across your cheek, a small smile, a little love. But I can’t call it that, because I’m afraid you’ll begin to believe it, and hell only knows I can’t afford to break you again. The cracks from last time have barely begun to heal.
Couches are so versatile. they can double as beds, or sex machines. Anything and everything can happen on a couch. A murder, A conception, a depression. All the world is a couch, and we are the cushions that makes it take shape.
it’s good to relax after a long day of work, in your bed, arm chair or couch.
read a book while you’re at it, watch TV perhaps or just log on to facebook or twitter and follow what others are doing.
Couch. What a difference that one letter makes! The old brown and orange couch we used to have, the 1970s in a piece of furniture. The lumpy old bed that folded away inside of it, on its metal frame. So uncomfortable but so convenient for those times that whoever came to visit … unlucky them.
I have this awesome memory of my boyfriend and me; like when we first started dating.. we were laying on the couch one night, in the dark… and he told me how beautiful i looked by the light from the wii. Blue luminence :o)
The couch calls my name. My weak legs attempt to stumble through the dark . My arms reach out, hoping I will soon reach the blissful cushions. Rest. I must rest now. The couch is so far away but so close. I lay on the floor.
you sit on it and eat food or watch tv while sitting on it. it is soft and could be big or small and it is found in most living rooms but also in basements and other places and sometimes people sleep on couches.
I’m sitting on the couch writing this. When I think of the couch, I think of the place I’ve been sleeping for the past seven months. I’ve had a problems with my room since falling into this awful depression, so I’ve been spending my nights on the couch… not too sure why.
What the heck can I do with a couch? thought Annie, as she jumped on it. ‘I could boil it in the pot, or eat it, I guess…’ She had absolutely nothing to do. All the bees who wrote her stories were dead, and the videos that told her what to do all the time burned in The Fire. Now she had nothing but this….couch.
im on it , its brown. i feel comfortable.i love to cuddle on it. or sleep on it. my family spends time there. i love my family. the couch has pillows, and its soft and nice. i love family. and gatherings on it
i love my couch
The couch is a lovely shade of ruby, with intricate gold detailing that swirls around looking like it in continuous movement. Quietly, we are sitting side by side, stiff and both unwilling to show how we truly feel. My hatred, his love.
He was sitting on the couch, drinking his coffee. “I wonder how she will pull this off”, he said to himself. He’d been trying to figure it out for hours. She was such a mystery to him, and how she was going to pull off this scheme was even more mysterious.
Cuando era apenas un niño, su padre no le tomaba mucho en cuenta. Trabajaba por largos turnos y la mayoría de las veces tomaba horas extra para tener mayores ingresos. Así que no estuvo muy presente en su vida. Cuando le pedía consejos o ayuda con el entrenamiento de fútbol, opiniones sobre sus trabajos de colegio o un minuto para hablar de lo que había hecho en el día; siempre eran negativas debido al cansancio. Y el entendía, pero pocas veces le creía.
Pasaron los años y su madre murió. Eso no ayudó a que afianzaran su relación. Mas bien los distanció aún más. Cuando le quedaban dos años para salir del colegio se dio cuenta de que su padre comenzaba a preguntarle más por sus asuntos. Pero él, resentido como estaba, no quería tener nada que ver con él. Así que al igual como él lo ignorara cuando pequeño, ahora su hijo lo ignoraba él.
La frase tan cliché que no puedes evitar escuchar al menos una vez en tu vida, “no sabes lo que tienes hasta que lo pierdes”, se ha hecho presente en su vida este último tiempo. Suspira y observa el sofá vacío frente a él. Recuerda a su padre derrumbándose cansado en su dura estructura y como su hijo se preguntaba la fórmula para encontrar la comodidad en un mueble tan andrajoso. Actualmente ya nadie habita en esa casa, la tiene como un lugar al que volver cuando se siente algo perdido. Sin la presencia de sus padres se siente como un cascaron frío y vacío, pero sigue siendo el lugar que llama hogar.
Toma aire y le cuenta, en voz alta, todo lo que no le dijo en vida. Le cuenta su vida a un sofá vacío. Imaginando que es su padre quien le escucha con una sonrisa en el rostro lleno de arrugas.
I’d lie down on a couch if I had one, but I don’t so I won’t, instead I’m going to go out and boogie the night away.
I sit on the couch and let my mind wander. From thoughts of my babies to the way she smiled at me. We gather and share nd love on the couch. And then we sleep. Yay. :)
I was sitting on the couch. I rolled over. Ew, a cheetoh. I haven’t had cheetos in a long time. I thought about it. Was it the new years party? Ugh, it’s August. This place needs a maid. Luckily, the garbage was nearby and I threw it away. I still had cheeto glitter on my hands. I went to the sink to wash them.
There they were, sitting on the couch in front of the tv as usual. They never really get up that much, and when they do, its a big deal. It makes me sad to realize that this was what their lives have come to.
Laying on the couch, I feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing. I am nothing. In this moment on my couch I am nothing. It is wonderful to be nothing sometimes though, no? This couch has provided my escape from being something. Its old, soft, time worn fabric is pleasing to my fingertips as I lay motionless on this couch.
it is a place where fat old people sit and watch their idiot box(t.v). couch may be very comfy but certainly not a place to lie in like some people do…. So i would conclude that couches are made to promote laziness and obesity.
My couch at home is brown. We have a table on the middle of it where it can hold 2 different cups. Last night, Alex spilled chocolate milk on it first, and then he spilled peach juice on it later. Luckily, it didn’t stain.
There I was. Sitting on the overstuffed blue and white couch in my mothers house. And I was terrified. I was divulging the latest change in my life to date, and i honestly wasn’t sure how she would accept it.
I sat there on the couch, thinking to myself, why am I here? What am I doing? I want to be there. Not here. As I sat there, I contemplated how I could get to where I wanted to be. I seemed to not be able to move from the couch.
why is it still couch? i just saw my friend write this. not that there’s anything wrong with couches, they’re lovely. very comfortable. my mom used to read to me on a couch. i was so used to it i knew exactly where to sit so there was enough space for her butt to fit between me and the arm rest. and that’s it.
I love that when we moved, we decided to throw away a couch that for years now has had bad memories for me. I really wish that we had done that sooner, as I really did hate that couch for a while, but boy am I glad it happened now. I also hope we can find a new one that’s cheap and does everything we want it to do. Its also cool that our love seat is big enough to now serve as a couch.