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I used to have a blue chair. Light blue, not too bright. No design, just the color speaking for itself.
It had a table, too. The same color, the same material, wood. I don't remember what kind of wood, I was never really curious about that.
The table and chair were shaped rather simply. Four legs on each, two bars on the back of the chair. Basic, but that made them better, somehow.
They weren't perfect. The had scratches, the paint chipped off at places. I think I scribbled on the table, too. I don't remember them well.
I never sat in them often. I simply had them. I think at some point, I put together a puzzle on it. It was one of the northern lights, snowy mountains on the back.
They were in my room, right in front of the mattress I slept on (just as comfortable as a bed, and it took less room). It was there when I woke up, there when I slept. I never thought about them too much. They were a constant, but not a big one.
Some things are there everyday, like a door, or a window. But they played bigger roles, back then and now. It'd be weird to think about the desk more, so I didn't. Weird I started now.
I'm not sure when I got rid of them. Probably when I moved, and we got rid these three couches too.
We had three brown couches, with the gold-looking bumps on them. They lined the front of the armrests, like screws but completely smooth. They were there for years, ever since I was born. One had three cushions, another had two, and one had one cushion. I used to sit on the smallest sideways, doing whatever it was I did.
I was sad when I heard we had to give them away. We were moving, and they were too old to be kept. We got a new couch, and I forget about them eventually.
I kinda I had them again. Just for old memories sake. Well, the desk and the chair would be too small for me to do anything with them.
Honestly, they weren't the biggest part of my childhood. I don't feel too much, thinking about them now.
But I quite liked them. Nothing extravagant, just a simple few sets of furniture.
I wish I could relive some of my childhood. To go back, without responsibilities, in simpler times. But I like my life now, as well. It's different, but quite nice.
It's quite peaceful tonight, writing this. The world changes, my circumstances change. I change as well.
But the peace will return, frequently or not.
I like the peace.