A Nest of ComfortsI just realised that I spend much of my free time reading in my bedroom, unintentionally away from my husband and daughter, not because of a need for privacy, but because I didn't have a comfortable chair to snuggle into in the living room.
My husband had his place on the sofa, my daughter claimed the love seat, which I often ended up in the bedroom by default, when I would have much preferred to be sharing time with them.
My husband had his place on the sofa, my daughter claimed the love seat, which I often ended up in the bedroom by default, when I would have much preferred to be sharing time with them.
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