The house was quiet, devoid of human life. It had been an hour since the humans had left to go on a road trip. The house began to stir, quite literally. The books perched upon the bookshelf yawned and came to life. The dishes in the cupboard carefully climbed out and began to roam around. The small, unlit candles jumped from their table and rolled into the living room. The reclining chairs and couch remained stagnant but alive now nonetheless. Every small, mobile object made its way into the living room. They seemed to be hosting a meeting, only talking amongst themselves. The pet cats that were roaming about saw the previously inanimate objects now moving around and speaking, and they yowled in confusion, scrambling to hide downstairs, dodging some small cat toys ironically hopping up the stairs.

         Every small object was formed into a circle in the living room, simply sharing fellowship and enjoying the time they are able to spend together before departing. Candles, tubes of lipstick, perfume bottles, books, and many other small objects began to move around the house, playing. The entire house was lively with the movement of the inanimate objects. The startled cats started to go up the stairs to observe. They watched all the objects roam around.

         A few hours passed, and the humans had returned. There was the sound of closing car doors. The objects instantly rolled and shuffled back to their original spaces. The door opens, and all is silent again as if nothing had ever happened. The humans entered the house, talking, and the smaller ones were giggling. The small humans went into their room to get ready for bed. The larger humans sat on the couch. Once the humans were all asleep, the objects quietly moved around so they wouldn’t wake up the humans. Soon, the objects went back to their spaces and fell into a deep sleep until they would wake up again.