This Couch

This couch does not belong in this house.
This couch belongs under a passed out party guest.
It longs for a coating of cigarette smoke.
A spash of bong water.
A slight odor of vomit - beer and Nacho Cheese Doritos.
It sags, lumpy, the stained cushions sliding off.
The passed out party guest turns his face away from the light.