The previously mentioned, red fabric wasn't soft.
It wasn't the kind of fabric that consisted of an inviting couch.
It was coarse and brittle.
It was just as coarse as canvas. It looked and felt like something you could paint on, something that you'd find beneath a frame and a thin sheet of glass, something covered with layers of paint.
If it's resemblance to a painting would deign to be taken to another level, it would be much similar to the scream by edvard munch, if all you could see would be the uppermost part of the painting.
To give the reader a reference to how the couch appears, the scream being the one being described, the girl with the pearl earrings by Johannes (yo hahness (yo highness)) Vermeer being a typical, normal, affordable couch and the mona lisa by leonardo da vinci as Jeoffrey Star's bubble gum couch slash throne.
It was, as mentioned, brittle. In other words, it felt like something that could snap easily.
Usually, the strings fabric was made of would be strong, the kind of thing you'd have a hard time breaking without something sharp.
But this one would break, making a sound akin to plastic cracking, though softer.
It was the kind of fabric that would make you itch terribly if you were to lay against it bare skin.
It was the kind of fabric that would make a crunch sound when you would sit on it. A sound similar to the sound of Safiya Nygaard's plastic pants in her ASMR video.
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A couch and 50 pages
Short StoryMy friends dared me to write 50 pages with nothing but the description of a couch. This is it.
