Cross sat in the middle of a large blue couch, her expression grave.

The light blue couch, magazines on its arms.

His familiar blue couch, cigarette burns on its arms.

Dex carried Vivian to the blue and gold couch pushed against the wall.

There was a blue carpet, a blue couch, and a blue chair.

The empath nodded, mostly to herself, and took a seat on a small blue couch.

And standing by the old plush blue couch was a stranger, a big man with a full beard.

A bowl of popcorn on the blue couch in the living room.

He sat on the blue couch in his office, the blinds closed, and was available, as an aide put it, "for consultation."

Across the room, a massive boy had lifted himself off one of the blue couches and was now standing at attention.