A recliner is actually a tool to be properly used.
I see my recliner as a place of respite and a place of cowardice.
When I get home from work, late, and I am tired and hungry, that recliner is a leather caress, welcoming me to my life, encouraging me to rest my mind and my body and cut myself some slack.
Respite.
When I find myself sitting in it with time on my hands and a voice in my head saying "Get up, work on your life, the bomb is ticking, you can do more", that recliner is a leather siren song of doom.
Cowardice.
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