A clear armchair with leaves, plant life, and a single pink flower encased inside.
I once stuck a piece of pink putty between the cushion and the back panel of my family’s mustard yellow chair. Embarrassed and panicked, I blamed it on someone who was visiting. I don’t remember if I got away with the lie or not, but the image of a pink baseball-sized dot stuck to this chair, and the flash of horror I felt has been seared into my memory.