I wanted a homemade sofa, but this wasn’t it.

I had been talking about having a homemade sofa.

To me, this meant I would like to have the base of a sofa that would be on the order of a futon.

The skeleton was to be smooth and sleek. I wanted thick pillows with super soft stuffing so you could comfortably lie on the sofa and take a nap. I had a small apartment, and I thought this would be the perfect answer for when my friend slept over. I talked to a friend of mine who said he knew how to make furniture. I told him what I wanted in a sofa, and he guaranteed he could do it for me. He drew up a blueprint of the sofa so I could see what it would look like when it was done. I thought it looked more like a daybed, which‌ is what I was looking for. I let him build my homemade sofa, but it definitely wasn’t what I was looking for. When he brought it to the house, I thought he was delivering a casket. It was a rectangular box. The wood was plain and simple, and he had no back to it. I asked him what it was, and he told me it was my new sofa. All I had to do was make the pillow top and I would have a comfortable place for friends to sleep. I wasn’t sure how anyone was sitting on the thing, let alone try to sleep on it. I went to the furniture store and bought a daybed, which would double for a sofa when not in use as a bed.


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