I am in love with this couch. It's not as cleanly designed as I usually like, but the idea that it all comes apart like a transformer of comfort is awesome. I am imagining watching movies with the family or dragging off a couple cushions to make a reading nook in the corner or under a sunny window.

But here's where I'm unsure: When my parents decorated the Laguna house they made sure all the couches were neither long enough or comfortable enough for two people to lay down on together. It made each room a kind of chaperon for young love. I have always thought this was rather wise. But then where do Dave and I get to (insert better word for snuggle. I've always disliked that word for some reason)?