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The Living Room That Wouldn't Stay Still by Cillian A.
Our living room used to be normal. Boring, even. Same squishy sofa, same dusty curtains, same rug that smelled faintly of old popcorn. But last Tuesday, everything changed.It started with a twitch. I was doing my homework on the coffee table when the lamp winked at me. Not flickered. Winked. A single, deliberate blink of light. I rubbed my eyes. "Mum," I called. No answer.Then the rug shivered. It rippled like a pond, tossing my pencil across the floor. The sofa gave a loud creeeeak and puffed up its cushions like a proud pigeon."Finally!" boomed a voice. I spun around. No one was there-unless you counted the furniture."Who said that?" My knees were jelly.The bookshelf wobbled. "We did," it groaned, scattering a paperback onto the floor. "We're tired of being boring."Before I could scream, the curtains swooshed open on their own. Sunlight poured in, and the whole room began to shuffle. The armchair waltzed in a slow circle. The rug slid across the floor like a magic carpet. Even the TV hopped on its stand, beeping like a happy robot."This is impossible," I whispered.The lamp flicked its bulb in a perfect rhythm. "Not impossible. Just unappreciated. Do you have any idea how dull it is to watch you humans sit and stare all day?"The sofa bounced like a trampoline, nearly launching my homework into orbit. "We want excitement! We want-""Snacks!" shouted the coffee table. "Crumbs, biscuits, anything!"I backed toward the door, but it slammed shut with a dramatic BANG. The handle rattled. "Oh no, you're not leaving," the curtains giggled. "It's makeover time!"The living room erupted into chaos. Cushions flew like fluffy meteors. The rug spun in dizzy circles. The bookshelf groaned as books leapt off its shelves, flapping their pages like paper birds. My homework fluttered away, never to be seen again."Stop!" I shouted. "Mum will be furious!"At that exact moment, Mum's key turned in the lock. The furniture froze. The rug lay flat. The lamp stood tall, pretending to be innocent. By the time she stepped in, everything looked perfectly ordinary-except for me, standing in the middle, hair sticking up like a frightened hedgehog."What happened in here?" she asked, raising an eyebrow."Uh," I said, glancing at the sofa. It gave the tiniest cushiony wink."Homework attack," I blurted. "Big one. Very messy."Mum sighed. "Well, clean it up before dinner."She left, and the door clicked shut. For a heartbeat, the room stayed silent. Then the lamp flickered a sly little wink. The sofa gave a tiny bounce.I grinned. "Same time tomorrow?"The coffee table rattled happily. "Bring snacks."
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