The Grey Sofa

The grey sofa really was his "ship of dreams" ultimately headed for disaster. He had his eye on it since Christmas, visiting it at least once a week at the Habitat Shop on the high street. Courting the couch we called it.

Most Friday nights he would stop by after work and try it out. Sitting on it and posturing as if watching television or working on a laptop. He would fantasize about having friends over and impressing them with his lovely new acquisition. He imagined a bright throw blanket casually spread over the back or arms. A tartan with the right colour blue perhaps.

It was a sofa bed of good quality. The finest mattress. It was thick and solid with sturdy mechanisms.

Once while visiting the shop floor he got cheeky and pulled it out, then laid on it. He got some stern looks from the sales staff.

In May he noticed that Habitat was having a spring sale. 30% Off all Sofa beds, so in a moment of passion he indulged and bought the sofa on higher purchase even though he could never afford it.