Orange peels curled like tiny scrolls on the counter, whispering of breakfast.
Street vendor's ice cream cart vanished, leaving children bewildered, summer melting away.
Refrigerator hums softly; forgotten leftovers silently mourn yesterday's feast.
Unplugged toaster whistles jazz tunes while neighboring cat inspects refrigerator ballet.
Spilled coffee formed a map on my report, outlining an island lost to time.