Peter experienced his first Persian rug when he was six and immediately fell in love. He waited until his parents went to bed, sneaked downstairs and rolled around in the rug, smelling its exotic fibers.It was like being back in the womb.
This was no ordinary love.
Peter grew up and became an interior designer where he got to examine many types of rugs. None compared to the Persian. He saw a particular one online and was so taken he ordered it immediately. It was Baltic blue, as soft as cream. The night it came, he stripped naked and spent a good hour rolling around on it.
Peter had few guests, but at a dinner party one of his acquaintances accidentally spilled wine on the rug. An apology and an offer to pay for cleaning was met with rage. This rug will never smell the same, Peter sobbed. Before anyone realized it, he grabbed a steak knife and attacked the poor man, nicking him on the arm.
Peter was institutionalized. The rug was sold to Chinese investors who ignored the stain.
Some might say a warning should come with Persian rugs. Others play it safe and stick to bath mats.
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