With an empty bladder you can afford to relax on the sofa as much as you want. The cushions squish under you and you wiggle a bit as you slouch and spread your legs a bit. You put your hands behind your head to relax even harder. In hindsight you should have brought your phone into the living room with you but you don’t want to get up now. You’re too busy being laidback on the sofa. You wonder why nobody was here today to fulfill the crucial role of “chill guy sitting on the sofa” but you’re grateful someone was brave enough to step up and take the position, and that the person is you.

Time doesn’t feel real when you aren’t doing anything. The only gauge you have for time is the fact that there is still some noise coming from the kitchen, though you can hardly tell what. Perhaps someone else was on the sofa before you but gave it up to have lunch. You turn your focus back to being on the sofa, close your eyes, and take in a deep, relaxed breath. You stop mid breath. There’s a smell in the air, a strong one. What is that?