Armchair writing
The colorful legs of the chair sitting suspiciously on the floor, brisling mustache sparkled. It smelled like french wine and tastes like croissants. Sitting in the corner staring at who ever gets in its sight. hearing creaking floorboards of the people walking getting closer to sit on the chair. The room was quiet no noise apart from the TV. The man sat there eating donuts, crumbs spilt onto the chair. The chair watch to crumbs fall on to him. The man sat there watching TV for over two hours. he went to bed. Next morning… He sat down eating breakfast watching TV crumbs fell onto the couch… Next morning the couch felt weight on the floor getting closer and closer. The chair signed as the man sat down on the chair to eat his breakfast. Two hours later… The man left for work. The chair relaxed and went to sleep.
The colorful legs of the chair sitting suspiciously on the floor, brisling mustache sparkled. It smelled like french wine and tastes like croissants. Sitting in the corner staring at who ever gets in its sight. hearing creaking floorboards of the people walking getting closer to sit on the chair. The room was quiet no noise apart from the TV. The man sat there eating donuts, crumbs spilt onto the chair. The chair watch to crumbs fall on to him. The man sat there watching TV for over two hours. he went to bed. Next morning… He sat down eating breakfast watching TV crumbs fell onto the couch… Next morning the couch felt weight on the floor getting closer and closer. The chair signed as the man sat down on the chair to eat his breakfast. Two hours later… The man left for work. The chair relaxed and went to sleep.