Sunday Afternoons and Quiet Rooms
This seat saw things modern furniture never will.
It watched families sit together without screens.
It felt the weight of tired legs after long workdays.
It listened to conversations about bills, school, neighbors, and dreams.
On quiet Sunday afternoons, it sat there while sunlight streamed through lace curtains, dust floating gently in the air. Someone might rest their feet on it while reading the newspaper, sipping tea, or dozing off mid-sentence.
No rush. No notifications. Just time moving slowly.
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