5By: Mika
Morning
It was the ball's favorite some time day. Mika was sound at around eleven in the morning. She wouldn't wake up until after one. It would have sighed, had it owned.
The girl had long since tossed it onto the floor in her sleep. At first it had hated the awful feeling of helplessness has it was thrown into the air. Now days it enjoyed it. It was a rush to feel it's spherical body being hurtled into the air. And then to crush and bounce around on the floor until it's momentum was lost. It was the signal that it was free for at least a few hours.
HEEELP! HEEELP ME! Breath.. Air.. Whahaha! Came the Mat's frantic voice from beneath the rubble that Ball was laying on. If the ball had eyebrows it would have raised them. However it didn't. The sound of the Mat sobbing could be heard to all the other inanimate objects in the room.
Oh shut up! The bed hollered back. The bed hated everyone in general. It has miffed because Mika was sound asleep on it. So it was going to be mean to the poor-suffocating Mat. It shouted to the Mat, Shut up! At least you don't have four hundred pounds of human on you! Shut up you sniveling little thing!
Be nice, Bed. The dresser intoned quietly. Shocking everyone else in the room. The Dresser never spoke out. It generally just looked at the naughty magazines it contained. The ball's mental mouth hang opened.
The bed was too shocked to say anything. It just glared at the Dresser. Or it would have glared at the Dresser if it had eyes. The Fan however wasn't. It had been moved into the kitchen and could be heard complaining about this. No one was ever in the kitchen. So it had no one to plot against.
Here we go.. Another day of them complaining. What joy my life holds.
Afternoon
The ball was quite content during most afternoons, and evenings. Mika stayed in the living room most of the time. So it simply hung out and chatted with the Bookshelf.
All I'm saying is that life can be good. You just have to find something to look forward to. It told the Bookshelf, who had been attempting to get the Ball to help it jump out the window.
Well maybe you have something to look forward to. But I don't. Okay. So just help me jump out the window! It retorted to the ball. It usually did this every day. Its obsession with smashing itself was its main thought. It generally got mad when the Ball refused to help. And then got even more depresses. If that was even possible.
Look.. How many time do we have to go over this? The Ball asked voice harsh with annoyance. It was getting tired of explaining that it couldn't move the Bookshelf, just as it couldn't move itself. It had consciousness, but not mobility. I. Cannot. Move. You. If I could I would. If only to shut up your whining. Why don't you try looking forward to the next time Mika cleans her room? Maybe she'll clean you out as well?
No.. No.. She won't! She never does! She hates me! She hates us all! The Bookshelf sobbed. Making the Ball sigh in annoyance. The Bookshelf went on whining and sobbing about life being meaningless.
Air.. I.. Air.. please. ahaaheass.. The Mat sobbed out periodically. Making everyone in the room sigh. There was nothing they could do about it. Humans couldn't hear them. So there was no helping it.
The Witching Hours
Mika crawled into her bed finally, around four in the morning. She kicked off her pants and wrapped her blanket around her. Grabbing the Ball she tossed it into the air several times. And then settled down and snuggled with it.
I wish she wouldn't do that.. I hate her with a passion.. The ball complained. It wanted so bad to bite her. But it didn't have any teeth to bite her with. It wished it could talk to her, so it could tell her off.
You stupid girl! I hate you! The bed intoned. It was trying to communicate with her. It growled and started shouting at her. Listen you stupid! Stupid thing! Get the hell off of me! Get off you w-
Watch your mouth! The Dresser yelled at the bed suddenly. Shocking the Bed into silence once again. A few minutes later the Bed and the Dresser started arguing.
The Ball sighed and thought, Well. That's my day.. I think all my days' end like this.. The bed is.. just mean.. The Dresser doesn't like it when people are mean. The Bookshelf is suicidal. The Fan is a maniacal mass murder, probably. And the Mat going insane from lack of air.
~Owari
A.N. Well I hoped you liked this chapter. The following chapters are gonna be like this one. Through the eyes of each of the objects. -^=^- I'm having so much fun with this story. -^=^- Yes. I know I am insane. And thank you, Alecagt for the review. -^=^-