Oh squeaky chair why do you taunt me?
With your comfortable cushions and perfect size, you invite me to rest upon you while I study quietly in the corner.
But then, like a sour patch gummy, you turn bad- squeaking and groaning with each breath I take and each move I make.
Your loud protests draw the attention of everyone seated in the cavernous (and very silent) study lounge.
I discretely try to reposition myself but to no avail, you announce to the world that I am moving, pulling annoyed sighs and disapproving looks from my fellow studiers.
Oh squeaky chair, why do you taunt me so?
