New Couch

I was sleeping peacefully when suddenly I was awakened by a loud knock on my bedroom door.

"Yes?" I mumbled.

"Sorry for waking you up, but the new couch is here! The only problem is they just left it at the bottom of the stairs. I'm gonna need some help lifting it up here."

It was Noel. I sat up, groaned, and wiped the sleep from my eyes. "Give me a minute." I replied. I got up out of bed and threw on my favourite sweatpants and a t-shirt. I didn't bother putting on a bra or panties since I don't wear any at home usually anyways.

I dragged myself out into the hallway and saw Noel standing at the top of the stairs, looking down to the bottom of the stairs where the couch was.

"Sorry again. It's heavier than it looks. It's definitely a two-man—uh, two-person job."

"Right. Let's just get this over with." I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

I followed him down the stairs, my favourite oversized t-shirt hanging loosely over my hips and my trusty sweatpants sitting perhaps a bit too low around my waist from years of wear. Noel took the heavy end at the bottom, and I grabbed the top corner.

"On three," Noel grunted. "One, two, three!"

We heaved together. The couch lifted easier than I thought but I suppose Noel was doing most of the heavy lifting at the bottom. We were making good progress but a little over halfway up my weak arms betrayed me. "Stop, I have to put this down for a bit or I'm gonna drop it on my toes."

Bad move.