The Most Splendid Arm Chair

There she lies in all her hidden glory and unrivaled magnificence. Why am I wasting time discussing my experience with a lounge chair you might ask? This chair was simply the most splendid arm chair I've ever had the good fortune to enjoy in all my short life. Tucked away in the corner of teacher's lounge at Nago High School, basked in the single golden beam of sunshine that poured in through the window, upon entering the room, it was some sort of divine intervention.

As I sat down its as if the chair welcomed me with a friendly hug. The plush leather, heated from the sunlight, warmed my whole body, and the cushion gave just enough so that one couldn't help but think the most pleasant thoughts when one chooses to sit in such a chair of such incredible upholstery.

The arms of this chair were somewhat low, but sturdy and stiff, and they were just the perfect length to allow for my hands to comfortably dangle off the ends. The back seemed low at first, but it rose just enough so that when I tilted my head back, its cushion caught my head as one would catch an egg with a feather pillow, not to mention my head was in prime resting condition, one which wouldn't leave my neck stiff at the conclusion of a nap should I choose to take one.


And nap I did. Having 2 periods (a solid hour and a half) before my next lesson, I decided to close my eyes and see how things would transpire. I was not especially wanting of sleep, but as my eyelids closed, in a few milliseconds I fell into the deepest of slumbers. Second only to the profound design of this chair was the kind of sleep I was able to receive, as if it were merely a token of good grace and a testiment to the majestic benevolence it was capable of bestowing.

I was in a good spirits for the remainder of the day. Not even teaching a class about Halloween to a room of 30 or so of the most unenthusiastic Japanese students could ward off such good apparitions. Basically, think of that scene from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where our hero must choose the one cup from amongst all the guilded and ornate chalices presented before him that can grant the gift of eternal life. Had those been arm chairs instead of chalices, you'd be sure to find this chair resting modestly amid various other kinds of inferior intrisic quality. You can bet our hero, after making his decision, would hear the old knight utter the same words as before: "You chose...wisely..."