My Daddy's chair is made of black vinyl. It stands on four little peg-legs, and it has nailheads that make a pattern along the back and on the arms. Sometimes I run my fingers along them. I make them into roads, but the roads always stop before my finger gets anywhere. The chair-back has a greasy feel to it. I can use my fingernail and scrape little balls of black stuff off it. This is interesting, but a little gross. There's a torn place on the upholstery. My Mama turns the cushion upside-down to hide it, but when she's not around, sometimes I turn it the other way, and stick my finger in to feel the stuffing. It's kind of brown-colored, and it feels cottony.
