The small puppy looked over its shoulder. No one was in the room. It sprung lightly up onto the soft, green couch and burrowed under a few of the pillows. Curling into a tight ball, it continued its afternoon nap.
Sometimes, I lay on my couch and look at the ceiling. I just think. I space out. It’s very relaxing.
Kayla
it was a blue couch. streamline. 4 pillows. she kissed my neck, then my ear. i touched her arm down her belly and then her thigh. i laid down, resting on the firm cushions. i let her touch me.
Jessi
This couch was not just a piece of furniture, it was a time machine. Capable of moving at speeds the same color of plaid that it was, anyone who sat on it would be instantly transported to any time they could think of.
Hugh Crosmun
We moved a lot of couches today. Well, two couches. But they were heavy! And the room we have our study in now is actually big enough to fit all of us and it is so exiting.
Little Shark
potatoe
barney
plaid
scrathchy
leather
stream of concious
books
fatttt?
i feel fat cause i just ate a big sandwhich and some chocolate////
wanna brush teeth.
katie
Ahhhh, the couch. You are so comfy. Why can I not sleep on you? You are inviting, and plush, but, when we are together, I have to get up.
I wish I had another piece of furniture that encouraged me to be creative and make more art. Something like a couch but with more soul.
Jodi
i love couches but some are a bit difficult to sit there for a while. Leather couches are very difficult to sleep in, but suede couches are the best, especially the firm ones. Lazy boys man…
Estevan
What do i come home to?
what do i take long naps on?
what do i always long for at school when I am tired?
what do i think about at work?
what do i watch TV from?
A couch my friends.
Comfy and stained.
Adriana
Potato comes to mind, as in couch potato. A fat person sitting on the couch eating food and making a mess, while watching greys anatomy reruns on Netflix.
Sitting, waiting, wishing, hoping. Napping, lazy, tired, complacent. I just wanna watch tv. Fluff up my pillow, get a blanket, time for some popcorn and movies.
if i had a couch that nice? i’d sell it. buy a good second hand one, probably more comfortable anyway. i’d save the money. or do whatever i wanted to with it. a couch that nice. what’s the point.
guys
I came in from the gym exhausted. Made a sandwich. Turned on the television. Fell asleep on the couch. At 2 am I realized what had happened. I knew I shouldn’t have tried to be superwoman. Now i’m gonna be late for work!
i lie here and waste my life away. its a standstill. i cant do anything. it just eats away at my life. i dont want to be here. not anymore. not ever again. i feel like ill fade into the cushions if i sit here any longer. i need to live. i cant sit. i need to live.
Faith
I was sitting on my couch, watching an outdated episode of “Friends”, when the doorbell rang. It was a shrill sound, and it made me leap from my place on that old leather couch in a quick, twitch-like movement. That couch was never very supportive of quick movements.
Phoebe
I hate my couch. I bought it because it was cheap and the guy delivered it to our house. It’s white and I don’t know what possessed me to buy a white couch. It’s uncomfortable and I wish someone would spill some horrible red fruit punch all over it so I’d have a great excuse to put it out on the street with a free sign on it.
Couches are amazing. You can do practically anything on them. Whether it be lounging on a Saturday afternoon. Or watching a movie with a special someone on a Friday night. Couches bring families together, by providing a place for them to all sit and relax together.
Chels
its comfy and warm. good for naps and for sitting up and being awake. my favorite piece of the house. blah blah blah its the homey party of the home.
emily
i love sitting on the couch it akes me feel so comfortable like i actually belong somewhere for once. nobody else feels the way i do when i sit on my soft cushiony couch
chelsea
I have a couch.
It is blue.
But I prefer the rocker.
Oh, the couch. The land of all lost things. Coins, paperclips, the popcorn from last weeks movie night. The treasures one can unearth from under the chesterfield cushions tells a story of who you are, what you do, eat, and live. Your couch IS you.
BOB
Off!
Off!
Off!
Boo, OFF!!!
I’m tired of this dog getting in my face when I’m trying to relax on the couch
The first place you go when you get out of bed on a sunday morning. Its also the last place you end up sunday night. Its the sunday cycle of couch surfing.
A couch is many things to a child, a place to sit, a bed, a trampoline, a monster that eats the remote, a piggy bank, and a napkin. Yet, in the mind of a child a couch can be transformed into an airplane, a bride over lava, and so many more! What is your couch to you?
Jade Games
The best way to lounge around on a sunday morning. Nothing but soft leather, and a fluffy pillow beneath your head. Only thing left to do is drift into a deep sleep.
Brendan Woytowich
it is a thing that you sit on and lie on and sex on and live on and relax on and be comfortable on and eat chips on and drink drinks on and look at the tv on and listen to the music on and just like to be on. it is also made out of several materials that make up it. it is usually soft and nice to the bum. also its good and fancy.
Jordan
Well I’ve ruined this one for today…the first thing I thought was that this must have been yesterdays word and i surely wrote about the wrong thing….and how much of an idiot I look like. But no it changed….and i still feel dumb.
*couch is the spot where my first kiss occurred as a side note
Haha, yesterday’s word was “crouch,” and some people wrote about couches. Our couch in this suite in Boston College is disgusting. This room last year was known as the party room, so who know what substances have graced our couch? Yuck.
The couch in my house is covered in dog hair. My black and white pitt bull spends most of his day there. When I am gone I imagine him never moving just laying there waiting for me to come home. I know has has moved because his food is gone and normally the garbage is knocked over, but it is comforting to know he has been waiting just for me. And he will always be there when I come home.
urn
He started to stare at the woman. A smile crossed his lips as he dropped his cane . He knew that he was not in the most well dressed state. But he had no blame over it. It was the actual state of the train and his journey which made him be like this. He was a gentleman after all.
stephanie
The couch was so incredible soft I was amazing. Almost inspiring in its comfort I as the tired person I am fell to a peacefulness sleep. My mother encountered me in my sleep and woke me to tell me that my father had passed.
Christina
when i think of a couch- i think: comfy. i can sleep, eat, drink, do anything on the couch. i love my couch. its my place of comfort.
Amanda
We sat on the couch, watching the skyline. Talking. Not looking at each other. Not much, but occasionally. Our legs barely touched, our shoulders brushing, our voices faint whispers echoing around the room.
We stayed so still the motion sensor lights turned off.
garbs
He sat on the couch like a potato. No, it was more like a squash, rigid and unmoving and a little yellow too. He watched the static screen of the television, frozen, because his cable providers were pricks and didn’t seem to care whether he could watch Oprah re-runs at three in the morning. It was unfair.
Mia
she sat down. she stopped. she looked around.
a blast of noise squeezing out of the pillow beneath her on the couch. as she lifted the pillow a pink circular object lay flat on the couch. laughter coming from the closet and as she approached the laughter quietened, then, SILENCE. reaching for the handle and twisting the knob she pulled with force, the door swung open to boys at her feet started to giggle. she smiled and then grabbed them and chucked them on the couch as she tickled them and out came the laughter.
arahia
Sitting on the couch, writing, reading, checking email, looking at Freakbook. what else would you do on a Friday night when you think that there are aliens invading the world? Well, the fridge is empty. Guess I better take the bars, chains and locks off the door. Pizza is here.
I lay there on the couch with my head on your chest. Feeling you breath in and out I smile.
The small puppy looked over its shoulder. No one was in the room. It sprung lightly up onto the soft, green couch and burrowed under a few of the pillows. Curling into a tight ball, it continued its afternoon nap.
Sometimes, I lay on my couch and look at the ceiling. I just think. I space out. It’s very relaxing.
it was a blue couch. streamline. 4 pillows. she kissed my neck, then my ear. i touched her arm down her belly and then her thigh. i laid down, resting on the firm cushions. i let her touch me.
This couch was not just a piece of furniture, it was a time machine. Capable of moving at speeds the same color of plaid that it was, anyone who sat on it would be instantly transported to any time they could think of.
We moved a lot of couches today. Well, two couches. But they were heavy! And the room we have our study in now is actually big enough to fit all of us and it is so exiting.
potatoe
barney
plaid
scrathchy
leather
stream of concious
books
fatttt?
i feel fat cause i just ate a big sandwhich and some chocolate////
wanna brush teeth.
Ahhhh, the couch. You are so comfy. Why can I not sleep on you? You are inviting, and plush, but, when we are together, I have to get up.
I wish I had another piece of furniture that encouraged me to be creative and make more art. Something like a couch but with more soul.
i love couches but some are a bit difficult to sit there for a while. Leather couches are very difficult to sleep in, but suede couches are the best, especially the firm ones. Lazy boys man…
What do i come home to?
what do i take long naps on?
what do i always long for at school when I am tired?
what do i think about at work?
what do i watch TV from?
A couch my friends.
Comfy and stained.
Potato comes to mind, as in couch potato. A fat person sitting on the couch eating food and making a mess, while watching greys anatomy reruns on Netflix.
Sitting, waiting, wishing, hoping. Napping, lazy, tired, complacent. I just wanna watch tv. Fluff up my pillow, get a blanket, time for some popcorn and movies.
potato, food, television, greys anatomy, home,
The couch gave under my naked back
and your hands felt sweet on my chest.
The glue between our skin was wet and drying.
Your taste still rang on my tongue.
if i had a couch that nice? i’d sell it. buy a good second hand one, probably more comfortable anyway. i’d save the money. or do whatever i wanted to with it. a couch that nice. what’s the point.
I came in from the gym exhausted. Made a sandwich. Turned on the television. Fell asleep on the couch. At 2 am I realized what had happened. I knew I shouldn’t have tried to be superwoman. Now i’m gonna be late for work!
i lie here and waste my life away. its a standstill. i cant do anything. it just eats away at my life. i dont want to be here. not anymore. not ever again. i feel like ill fade into the cushions if i sit here any longer. i need to live. i cant sit. i need to live.
I was sitting on my couch, watching an outdated episode of “Friends”, when the doorbell rang. It was a shrill sound, and it made me leap from my place on that old leather couch in a quick, twitch-like movement. That couch was never very supportive of quick movements.
I hate my couch. I bought it because it was cheap and the guy delivered it to our house. It’s white and I don’t know what possessed me to buy a white couch. It’s uncomfortable and I wish someone would spill some horrible red fruit punch all over it so I’d have a great excuse to put it out on the street with a free sign on it.
Couches are amazing. You can do practically anything on them. Whether it be lounging on a Saturday afternoon. Or watching a movie with a special someone on a Friday night. Couches bring families together, by providing a place for them to all sit and relax together.
its comfy and warm. good for naps and for sitting up and being awake. my favorite piece of the house. blah blah blah its the homey party of the home.
i love sitting on the couch it akes me feel so comfortable like i actually belong somewhere for once. nobody else feels the way i do when i sit on my soft cushiony couch
I have a couch.
It is blue.
But I prefer the rocker.
Oh, the couch. The land of all lost things. Coins, paperclips, the popcorn from last weeks movie night. The treasures one can unearth from under the chesterfield cushions tells a story of who you are, what you do, eat, and live. Your couch IS you.
Off!
Off!
Off!
Boo, OFF!!!
I’m tired of this dog getting in my face when I’m trying to relax on the couch
The first place you go when you get out of bed on a sunday morning. Its also the last place you end up sunday night. Its the sunday cycle of couch surfing.
A couch is many things to a child, a place to sit, a bed, a trampoline, a monster that eats the remote, a piggy bank, and a napkin. Yet, in the mind of a child a couch can be transformed into an airplane, a bride over lava, and so many more! What is your couch to you?
The best way to lounge around on a sunday morning. Nothing but soft leather, and a fluffy pillow beneath your head. Only thing left to do is drift into a deep sleep.
it is a thing that you sit on and lie on and sex on and live on and relax on and be comfortable on and eat chips on and drink drinks on and look at the tv on and listen to the music on and just like to be on. it is also made out of several materials that make up it. it is usually soft and nice to the bum. also its good and fancy.
Well I’ve ruined this one for today…the first thing I thought was that this must have been yesterdays word and i surely wrote about the wrong thing….and how much of an idiot I look like. But no it changed….and i still feel dumb.
*couch is the spot where my first kiss occurred as a side note
Haha, yesterday’s word was “crouch,” and some people wrote about couches. Our couch in this suite in Boston College is disgusting. This room last year was known as the party room, so who know what substances have graced our couch? Yuck.
The couch in my house is covered in dog hair. My black and white pitt bull spends most of his day there. When I am gone I imagine him never moving just laying there waiting for me to come home. I know has has moved because his food is gone and normally the garbage is knocked over, but it is comforting to know he has been waiting just for me. And he will always be there when I come home.
He started to stare at the woman. A smile crossed his lips as he dropped his cane . He knew that he was not in the most well dressed state. But he had no blame over it. It was the actual state of the train and his journey which made him be like this. He was a gentleman after all.
The couch was so incredible soft I was amazing. Almost inspiring in its comfort I as the tired person I am fell to a peacefulness sleep. My mother encountered me in my sleep and woke me to tell me that my father had passed.
when i think of a couch- i think: comfy. i can sleep, eat, drink, do anything on the couch. i love my couch. its my place of comfort.
We sat on the couch, watching the skyline. Talking. Not looking at each other. Not much, but occasionally. Our legs barely touched, our shoulders brushing, our voices faint whispers echoing around the room.
We stayed so still the motion sensor lights turned off.
He sat on the couch like a potato. No, it was more like a squash, rigid and unmoving and a little yellow too. He watched the static screen of the television, frozen, because his cable providers were pricks and didn’t seem to care whether he could watch Oprah re-runs at three in the morning. It was unfair.
she sat down. she stopped. she looked around.
a blast of noise squeezing out of the pillow beneath her on the couch. as she lifted the pillow a pink circular object lay flat on the couch. laughter coming from the closet and as she approached the laughter quietened, then, SILENCE. reaching for the handle and twisting the knob she pulled with force, the door swung open to boys at her feet started to giggle. she smiled and then grabbed them and chucked them on the couch as she tickled them and out came the laughter.
Sitting on the couch, writing, reading, checking email, looking at Freakbook. what else would you do on a Friday night when you think that there are aliens invading the world? Well, the fridge is empty. Guess I better take the bars, chains and locks off the door. Pizza is here.