I love the first few seconds of waking up, before the pain sets in. These times for most people are probably reserved for thinking about love or life. The other day I woke up thinking about a chair. It was my grandma’s & was brown leather. It was the kind of chair that when someone returns from the restroom they find someone else sitting in their place. It was a Lazyboy, but 1980’s Lazyboy, not 2006 Lazyboy. It was the most comfortable I’ve ever been. While other women are dreaming of their one true love I’m thinking “Man, I really hope I find that chair again someday”.