Do you hear it? The whispers between the walls? Like secrets wearing capes and dancing around corners.
Once, a little door sang to me. It was a tiny door without a handle, but it was very friendly.
Above the stairs, the light has a shadow. It tickles when I touch it, and we play peek-a-boo.
The echo said my name one day. I didn't know it, but I was very happy it knew me.