The Chair's Lament: When no one sits, I dream of picnics. When someone does, I feel a tickle in my wooden spine.
The Lamp's Confession: During midnight hushes, I saw fairies dance on shadows. Nobody believes my warm glow tales!
The Toy's Whisper: Puppy hides tales of yearning under fluffy paws, wishing to fetch secrets of skies.
The lost sock wishes for friends, to form a pair again in laundry bowls and gentle spins.