And so he was. This wasn't the first time these two words had joined in thought today:
Rob had recently plucked a spacious couch from its teetering demise, and plopped it down in his freshly rearranged living room. This had turned out to be a decision rife with personal controversy. On the one hand (incidentally, the very hand that had inspired his ownership), deep within the black leather, was found the most relaxing of comfort and physical delight. Yet, on the other hand (which was most probably the metaphorical appendage that had led to the couches original termination) the cushions refused to settle. No matter how valiant Rob's efforts to minimize his movements, however gently he pleaded, however soft his lullabies, as if adhering to an agenda all of their own, the cushions would slowly work him to the floor.
Comfort, rapturous or comfort, lasting?
He felt too few men had found themselves having to endure a similar struggle. Rob had become a man standing alone. A man who understood the perils of an insignificant quarrel between the sentient and the lifeless.
What does it mean?
There is no deeper meaning here Rob.
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