RogerRidiculous

Jonathon starred out his window at the last remaining relic of his past single life. The way the snow weighed heavily on the chair symbolized exactly how he felt at that moment. He loved that chair. It had been with him for many years, and even though it had seen better days it was full of memories. Memories that Cathy didn't really want him to keep. But more then that it was still the most comfortable chair he had. He looked back over his shoulder into a room he did not recognize. Sure it was the same room, but that was it. Now his room had furniture with names like ottoman and love seat. They were covered with all kinds of pillows, in all shades of the rainbow. Except they weren't comfortable, and he was warned they were for decoration only. What hell good are pillows if you can only look at them, he thought to himself. And it wasn’t just the furniture, now his walls were covered with pictures of babies and family members. If he wanted to see the family, he’d go visit them. “I loved that chair,” he said out loud not really looking for a response. “That chair needed to go, just look at the shape it’s in, besides change is good.” He didn’t answer but thought to himself, change is only good for those who wanted it. “I loved that chair,” he said once again just under his breath.