Short Story: The Perfect Couch
Genre: slice of life
After a whole morning of hard work, the couch was finally done. Fresh covers, new pillows, and a butt indent on the seat .
Noooo. All her hard work!
No worries. She could still fix it. A quick steam would do the trick. Then the couch would be wrinkle-free. Just the way it should be.
Her son dashed past her and threw his tiny body over the back of the couch. Pillows exploded everywhere. Somewhere in the mess, something hit the floor and rolled under the TV shelf.
“Mu~um, you promised you’ll only be my teacher at school,” her son whined, still tangled up in a big throw that exposed only his head and one shoulder. It was adorable enough to make her forgive… no. She told herself she wouldn’t be distracted by kiddy cuteness again. This was practice for work.
She hardened her heart with memories of all the hard work she put into that couch.
“In that case, your punishment for making this mess is to clean it up.”
She still needed to help her son, and the result wasn’t the perfect perfection she had hoped, but a couch was a couch, messy or neat, and she even managed to sit her son down for a quick lesson in respecting other people’s work.
She would wait another day for the perfect couch.