The Oasis

I’m dreaming tonight, of a place I love. Even more than I usually do…

… only it isn’t home. I’m dreaming of a chair. The perfect chair. A chair so perfect she was called, “The Oasis” and she nearly tore my marriage apart.

She was blue leather and had the softest, most luxurious seat. In fact, even a thousand squats a day wouldn’t get a woman a seat that fine. After a long day in the salt mines, her embrace was heaven. She smelled like gentle rest. When she held you, her armrests opened to reveal a cooler hidden on one side and a remote control storage with a speaker phone on the other. All of this and she had warm, magic fingers better than any massage therapist. Yes, she had heat and vibration. Read More