My brother is asleep on the couch.
A fan hums while it blows away the muggy summer heat.
My dad messes around with his smart phone as he sprawls on a different couch.
The cat stretches out luxuriously on the carpet, oblivious to the world and its cares.
My mother reads about jewelery online.
There's a book left open on the sofa, its pages turning when the fan comes its way.
A pair of house-shoes sits in the middle of the room.
Dove chocolate wrappers litter an end table.
The blinds are down.
My nails are painted a tropical hue.
We still haven't brought in the Sunday paper.
And I don't have a care in the world.
(I wish this picture was actually part of my house.)
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