A man went on a vacation and discovered his new most prized possession was his furniture. Few called him a creature, others said he was insane. His chairs, tables and sofas weren't just any old one, they were designed to match his mansion. Some may ask the same question, "Why does one man need all this furniture? In which direction did his family point him to?"
People started to take action, rob him of his treasures. The man never listened nor cared so he decided to have a celebration with all his friends. Celebrating his culture while sitting on the couch. He had a vision, that one day all he loved would disappear. Was his life like a book, was it a fiction?
My story