So Soft

I love my new robe. It is brown, fuzzy and soft, soft, soft, soft. I think it is the softest thing I have ever owned.

When I first move out on my own I inherited a couch from friends. We called it the snuffaluffagus. It was big and soft and oh so comfy. The new robe makes me miss that couch a little.

But, we all have to grow. So the couch was passed down. My brother and his friends lived with it for many more years. It gave many weary partiers a place to crash, and was eventually retired from service all together.

I think of that couch each time I put on my new robe. The robe only gives one weary folk a comfy place to crash.

That's okay. Because I am the folk.

I love my new robe.