a lone chair
lived in a tiny room
with only a table for company
the room
happy with itself
slowly fell asleep
the walls had ears
they were good listeners
their lips were sealed
a window always
looking outside
longing to run away
the painting
a window
into somewhere else
the room
wondering what the room above
was thinking
the stairs
in love with both rooms
at once
the room
bored out of its mind
'Ah...at last...a human! '
the humans act
as if the room and its companions
were mere props in their play
the human
sat
'Oooof! ' cried the chair
a cat
keeping the room company
now the humans had gone
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