I bought my first recliner. You might not recognize it as a recliner unless you spied its electrical cord tethered to an outlet. It’s certainly not your typical squat, marshmallow Laz-Z-Boy.
But for a lean, handsome thing, he was a little disruptive. It took time to absorb him into the clique of my other belongings. So one day, I shifted a rug, then a desk, then a fern. The next day, I discarded all things red. The next, I re-covered some pillows.
And voila, he’s not the center of attention anymore. Even though he’s the only chair that hums when I adjust him.