Beanbag Chair: Horror

The old beanbag chair in the corner was comfortable and warm. It smelled faintly of feet, and a little bit like patchouli, and mostly like home--long-cooked stew, laundry, and teenage sweat. She huddled in it, keeping her eyes closed, trying to pretend that she was still home. The new house didn't smell right. It was all disinfectant and fresh paint, with a metallic tang underneath that she just didn't like. It was strongest in her room. She'd actually gone sniffing at the corners, like a dog, like Sadie would have if she could have come with them. Maybe another dog had marked the room and that was why it smelled funny, she'd thought. But it wasn't strongest in the corners. It was strongest right against the wall farthest away from the door--

Inspiration: Somebody posted on the Twin Cities lj requested a beanbag chair.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Because, c'mon, Something Terrible Happened Here isn't that interesting to play with. Though a dog that came back from the dead to protect her family could be a bit of fun. But overall, no.