The house was empty. It had been empty too long. The house needed to be filled, it wanted tables and bookcases and all kinds of chairs. The bedroom would need several desk chairs, stylish and bold. The living room bright with high ceilings demanded an ergonomic chair, comfortable and large. The den, now the den was the curious one. What chair would go in the den? A lounge chair would work but wouldn’t be right. A stool? A rocking chair? No, only one chair would do, the den would need a leather office chair. The house filled quickly, rushing about, desks and tables and sofas were everywhere. Pots and pans filled the kitchen while a swing set nestled itself quietly in the backyard. Meanwhile, the chairs, the desk chairs, the ergonomic chair and the leather office chair found their places. The desk chairs, four of them crafted from dark wood with tan fabric, sat nicely next to the antique table. In the living room squished between the sofa and the TV the ergonomic chair waited quietly, wanting to be sat in. The house was full, furniture filled every room and the smell of apple pie lofted through the air. In the den, in that dark room, once empty and cold, bookcases now lined the walls. Rich velvet curtains hugged the windows and an old map long forgotten hung above the fire place. In the corner next the bust of Poe sat the leather office chair cold, and alone.