And, here we go :
Jason casually placed his laptop on the tabletop. But as he opened it, and prepared to sit a voice seemingly from nowhere spoke out."Hey! What the heck are you doing?"His eyes scanned the room. He was alone, except for the boxes that had been here since he moved into the house. Odds and ends that had never found their proper place, and were exiled for their lack of usefulness to this room that he was now trying to find a use for."Don't you think I've got enough crap on me already?" the voice continued. "You really think I need more?""Excuse me," Jason replied. "Am I actually speaking to my table?""Oh, now he's polite? He piles stuff up on me for years, and now bothers with 'excuse me'? That's rich. Yes, as it so happens, you are talking to your table."Jason's brow furrowed. "Sorry, I didn't think my furniture could talk.""Did you ever bother to ask it?" the table replied sharply. "I know I've had a few words for you for years now, but I've held my piece. But this... this is the last straw. Some of this stuff needs to go.""Well, I'd have done something ages ago if you'd told me it was a problem!" he protested.
I think this ran a bit more smoothly than the listing exercises I did for the past two days. Of course, the subject is the load of junk I've had this poor table weighed down with for years. It feels good to turn this room into useful space. I hope it appreciates it as well. ;)