It wasn’t about the couch as much as what the couch represented. I didn’t know what it would look like, but I knew what it would *feel* like. Freedom. Independence. Safety.
This is the story about how we ended up with an imaginary dog named Wrigley.
I am not a serial killer. But if I were, this would be the freezer I would use to store bodies until I could dispose of them without arousing suspicion.