I'm staring forward out a window from across the room. Seems to be an average living room. Movement is impossible because I can't feel the presence of a body. My field of vision can pan left or right, but that is the extent of my abilities here.
Some time passes before I see an approaching shadow. Rough, scraping footsteps followed by a faint dragging sound is closing in to the room. A reptilian humanoid walks into my sight. Scales that are some sort of brown with red spots on his head, no shoes, a button up floral print shirt, green eyes, and blue jean shorts with a hole cut out for his tail. He seems to be sorting through his mail and mumbling about his day. My presence has yet to be detected.
After going through his mail, he sits down in a chair and releases a large sigh through his nostrils .He begins to slowly moisten his skin. Half way through he looks directly at me and scowls. Slowly he approaches me while rubbing under his jaw,  Our eyes are locked into one another, but he doesn't seem to be alarmed. "Who keeps tilting this painting?" he mutters while reaching past my field of vision and adjusting me on the wall. Everything seems balanced now. He takes a few steps back and nods approvingly.
What appears to be my owner, walks out of the room. He does not return at any point. I am left in the feeling of suspension while watching a wall slowly make and fill dents on itself. The shadows from the windows indicate that the sun never changes position. I am neither hot, cold, nor wanting. I just simply am while fulfilling my purpose to be seen not heard.