There was once a chair
who did not want to be furniture.
He wanted to dance.
Every night
he slipped out of the room
and returned at dawn.
No one ever saw him vanish.
But every morning,
tiny traces of happiness
were found
upon the floor.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:17 PM UTC
There was once a chair
who did not want to be furniture.
He wanted to dance.
Every night
he slipped out of the room
and returned at dawn.
No one ever saw him vanish.
But every morning,
tiny traces of happiness
were found
upon the floor.
From : Tales from the Other Side of the Pillow (for kids and grownups where kids live)
Second door: Where Socks Grow
(about forgotten things and dreams)
