The old chair told me, " Can't sit still, can we? Always shifting, always creaking secrets. I've seen more lives unfold upon me than the door has seen people walk through."
The lonely sock from the abyss whispered, " One shoe, one sock, that's the rule! But I long for two, I yearn for pairs, yet here I am, alone between walls, seeking warmth that never comes."
In a gentle voice, the forgotten lamp murmured, " Flicker flicker, ever bright, yet in shadows I find my delight. I've seen night whispers and ghostly fights, but the darkness feels right."