The Frenchman sat down on the chair by the window, but then he wanted to lie around on the couch.

NEWYORKER: So It Is in Life

Then the Frenchman decided to lie down on the couch and rest, but before he made it to the couch he veered off to the side and sat down in the armchair.

NEWYORKER: So It Is in Life

By now we treat the place like we own it: we eat the yogurt her mom makes in glass cups on a warming machine, we lie on the living-room couch with our sock feet on the armrests.

NEWYORKER: Ask Me If I Care