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<p>I have a confession. For the first three years in my apartment, I slept on a mattress on the floor. Not because I was young and rebellious. Because my living room was eleven feet by twelve feet, and I could not fit a real bed and a sofa. Every morning I rolled up the mattress, stuffed it behind the TV stand, and felt like I was living in a stage set. The problem was not the size of the room. The problem was my living room furniture.