The chair once considered a throne, now an island adrift in an ocean of laundry.
Quiet, profound thoughts buzzed like wireless headphones left on the wrong channel.
Subconscious musings, tangled untold: Echoes of Laughter.
If only the trees could text: Branches Messages.
A website for emotive chairs and their unexpressed angst: Chair Solutions Corp..
Silence sipped the last cup of coffee last Tuesday—half-hearted debate ensued Concerning Darkness.
The map suggested the logical way home might be through extraterrestrial negotiations.
In discount stores, inner peace awaited its markdown—suddenly buy one, get one free.