I thought about the people I now lived with. In truth, I lived alone. But when the sun goes down and the stars come out, the object/furniture and things come alive. Like Charlie. Charlie during the day was a chair. Then, at night he was a person like anyone else. Charlie had short, spiky red hair, his eyes were a sharp shade of green, and he was pretty lean. He had good arms and long legs. I continued to think about Charlie, then my train of thought moved to Lily. Lily during the day was a computer, then during the night she was a lovely lady. She had a perfect hourglass figure. She had a small face. Freckles covered her cheek, under her beautiful violet eyes. Her long lashes would lay over her cheeks when she blinked or closed her eyes. I sighed wishing I was half as beautiful as she was. I shook my head and then thought about Jamie. Jamie was a toy ball. He was only 7. With messy, long brown hair and light brown eyes. His bright warm smile could light up any mood and any day. I smiled at the thought.
Since it was morning none of them would be up and around, all of them would be in object/furniture form. I smiled and then thought about Theo. Theo was a motorcycle. He wasn't only hot in his motorcycle form. I smirked as I thought about it. When it was night, Theo had short dark brown hair. He had deep dark gray eyes, they were like the thick fog people get lost in for hours on in. I smiled and shivered at the thought. He had a strong jaw stretcher. He had lean muscular shoulders. His abs weren't half bad either. He was tall, with long legs. I smiled and thought about it. Sometimes I'd go to the garage to check him out. Like I said before he wasn't bad to look at in his human and object form.
I smiled and lend into the couch, and don't worry. The couch is one of the things not alive. I glanced over at the chair that was by the fireplace. They all one told me that in there object form they could see and hear what was happening around them, but they can't move or say anything. At first I thought it was weird, but soon enough like they said, I got use to it. Now the question is, will I handle the new arrival.
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Short Scenes
RandomI sometimes get bored, so I write short scenes that I sometimes make into stories (Not normally.) So I decided to just put them here