"Between you and me," said the balcony potted plant, "the sun's no friend of mine. Ever since I overheard him bragging about his rays, I can't look at him the same way. But I play nice; it’s good for the dirt around my roots."
The edge spoke softly, "You wouldn't believe what the sofa's been hiding under its cushions. A treasure trove of forgotten coins and bits of candy wrappers, a little pirate's dream."
"The lamp told me the other day," began the coffee cup on the edge of the table, "that it gets a kick out of flicking those bulbs at night. Just to see us all jump awake. Turn the dimmer down, they say, or take a stroll over to the fireplace and its glowing embers."
"Ever hear a clock tick-tock with a bored sigh?" mused the edge. "Like it's waiting for your next move, judging silently. They all gossip about you more than you'd guess. Head over to the dresser and see if it spills."