I sat perched upon my cushy reading chair with legs crossed. The golden legs carved in geometric shapes. Stars on the feet, diamonds upon the knees, crashing waves curled up in an arch for my hands to lay upon. I rested well on the tufted cushion upholstered to the spine. A wine glass sat within reach of me. Invisible in this shadowed miasma I'd crafted to elevate the comfort in the mansion. I huffed, flipping through pages of the book. Its spine width spanned from my thumb to index.