[Woman to Beanbag Chair]
Sarah exited her room, the bag in her hand crinkling as she crossed the living room. She made her way toward the kitchen, cheerfully humming a tune. The floor beneath her socks transitioned from carpet to linoleum as she dug inside the bag. Taking out the small box, she set it on the countertop, brushing aside a stray strand of her brown hair.
Today Sarah was going to spend the evening with her reclusive roommate Jennifer. It still struck her as insane that the two had never really hung out together despite how far into their first semester of graduate school they were. They were like ships passing in the night, with Sarah always out at some event or rushing off to meet with friends while Jennifer was always sequestered in her room.
“It’s time for that to change,” Sarah resolved, studying her purchase on the kitchen counter.
“Ease yourself into bliss,” the back of the box proclaimed with puffy letters. Sarah sincerely hoped