There is a story to be told of a couch. It is a good couch: a decent couch for sitting; a great couch for lounging, and a wonderful couch for snoozing. It is a brown couch: one that did not come with pillows, but please do not hold that against it. Its arms are gentle and inviting. Its back is perhaps a tad too plump. Its legs are sturdy and forgiving. The story, though, is not simply about the qualities of the couch. It is, instead, about the travels of this couch. This couch is an upstairs couch; however, it was not always this way.
Some may have previously considered it an upstairs couch, as it originally dwelled in my second story apartment. Sure, there were stairs to be traveled, but like a king this couch knew not the drudgery of such step by step ascent. It took the elevator to this apartment, but where we moved afterwards did not have this luxury.
As I have previously mentioned, our new residence's downstairs living room was already to be claimed by another couch, so this couch was destined for the upstairs. The stairwell was too narrow and wound about, so this couch would not travel upwards easily. At this point, the journey will be left to images rather than words.
One note of caution: I suggest muting my inane commentary, and watching the majesty of this couch in silenced awe If you are a purist, the audio is here for full disclosure of the trials this couch endured.
Couch Move, Part 1 (via Wesley Dreusike)
Couch Move, Part 2 (via Wesley Dreusike)
Couch Move, Part 3 (via Wesley Dreusike)