Life of a Chair

   A tiny bit of light is filtering through the window into the tiny room. I woke up. I got up to go to the bathroom. However, I couldn't move. At first, I couldn't understand why I couldn't move. Then I looked into the mirror to see what happened. There, a wooden figure with four legs and a back rest was there.

 I was shocked and terrified! What was happening to me? How did I become a chair? Here, in this room, everything looked peaceful, and perfectly fine, except for me.

   I just stood looking into the blank space, doing nothing. I still couldn't believe this was happening. Then suddenly, someone came into the room. He looked like the owner of this room. Strange thing was he looked very similar to me when I was human. He was completely bald and was very muscular and broad. He looked pretty strong. The guy just sat on me as if nothing was wrong. He was heavy as he seemed. So heavy, in fact that I thought my legs were breaking. When he left, I realized my legs were fine. But they were still so painful as if someone stabbed me. I groaned but no sound came out. However more was to come.

   He looked like a mad man. He threw me all over the place with great anger and was furious. In mid air something flashed through my mind. The guy didn't look similar to me. He was me! He looked exactly the same as me. More over he was doing exactly what I did to my chair. I remembered that I did that to get a new chair. Was he doing this for the same thing? Every single thing I did was happening to me. Now I'm regretting what I did so badly. What was I thinking? Why did I do that?

   Finally the muscular guy threw me with great force into the trash. As the lid closed I was so scared and terrified. I was abandoned by my owner. I began to scream and surprisingly sound came out. Next thing knew I was human again and I was perfectly fine sitting on my new chair...