The Cherry Wood Chair

Imagine if us humans were not the only objects in the world with a conscience....what if ordinary household items had thoughts and feelings and stories like us too.....items like a cherry wood chair for example?

This is just a short poem I wrote and I decided that I'd like it to be my first upload I might delete it i don't know I'll see how it does because I'd love to write proper books that people would love PS i thought this would fit into the horror genre :S