Rug

Ahh, the luxury of a fine Persian area rug.  Shades of green and tan and black.  Octagonal in shape.  Small enough to rest your feet on and hold your rock band drum set in place but not so large as to rest under the furniture.  Carpet is so easily cleaned it mocks the hard wood floor by picking up its dust and holding it on display.  It is the envy of the room.  Its swirly, vaguely Chinese designs and its symmetrical splendor delight.  It’s borders are always open.  A constant companion for the apartment.  For what more could we hope in the world?