Stop for a second and breathe deeply. Imagine Sitting down on your favorite couch while reading the newspaper. Whilst reading, you laugh at a ridiculous article about murderous furniture. As you turn the page, assuming the article was a joke, you feel your sofa cushion slowly massaging you in a shiatsu manner. Incredulously, your mind jumps at the idea of your couch moving. You want to stand up to see for yourself but it feels too good, pleasure is overcoming logic. You slowly sink into your couch becoming more and more relaxed, your veins loosen, and your eyes become semi-enclosed. Your body is now in a trance, inside you are panicking but you can't do anything about it. You sink further and further down between the soft cushions, to a point where only your head is out in the fresh air and the rest of your body feels comfortably numb. You want to scream for help but when you attempt to open your jaw, it softly snaps back like a spring. Now the fabric has reached your face and you begin to suffocate. The pain is agonizing yet you feel warmth and protection within the pillows. While on the verge of fainting you remember one thing; the newspaper article. Who would have thought such an absurdity could have become reality. This completely goes against everything you've been taught in school. Suddenly you realize your nonchalance was foolish. You realize that your assumption of the journalist's naiveté was actually caused by your naiveté. You realize the presence of the irony that lies in your existence;

how something that you looked down upon,

is the cause of your death.