Today's OneWord: Armchair

After dinner, we nestled up together in my grandfather's armchair, our stomachs slightly swollen from the binge of turkey, mashed potatoes, and casserole. I could still smell marshmallow in your hair after your petulant brother had flung a mushy yam onto your head with his fork, but in the kitchen, I knew pie would be waiting, but only after we had gotten over the initial food coma.