Have you ever noticed how the early morning light dances across the coffee table like stars crawling out for a quick stretch? It's mesmerizing, really. Just imagine those furniture-bound constellations.

There's a little spot in the garden where shadows twist merrily. They play hide and seek with the leaves. I sometimes wonder if the garden gets frustrated when you can't see all its hidden paths.

The traffic signs hum a tune as they sway. Not the rhythmic perfect kind, more like a toddler's improvisation. Where do they head? Or perhaps they're going nowhere, like a daydream.

I'm convinced socks have secret lives. When we're not looking, they meet their other halves in worlds unseen. Have you seen them?