Sit down and get comfy. I'm going to tell you the story of our couch.
It started out life in the Runyon home, in Illinois. When one of the fair daughters left home to seek her fortune in the world, the couch made its way to Indiana, where it reigned supreme for two years. That is when I gained possession of it, and how it came to be in Nebraska.
This is no ordinary couch. It is a keeper of dreams, the proud sponsor of a million and two naps. It is the hostess with the mostest, providing comfort to many overnight guest who have slumbered on its cushions. It is a healer of childhood ailments - it has seen it all, the digested and undigested, and with the aid of baking soda has born it well. It is a storyteller, if couches could talk, it would tell a tale of keeping me anchored to the real world as I have spent hours lost in literature. It is the birthplace of romance, the place of my last first kiss.