The armchair of oblivion is her best friend

It comforts her.

its softness soothes the hardest moments.

Dependable, always there to catch her on the dark days when her length shortens.

 It just fits, like an old pair of dependable slippers 

Whilst friend’s features silently murmur “pull yourself together”

She sits tucked up tight in the armchair of oblivion that never judges