Who cares which pipe leads to what? Isn't it at least aesthetically fascinating?

Just try to get me to leave this corner, just you try it and see!

In my deepest desires, everything in my life is this very shade of yellow. I'd like to perch on that counter and never leave.

Clearly your bookcases standing upright and stiff aren't suffering under the weighty matters contained therein. I need to get more chick lit.

Bed has become Deathbed and Chair is ever at Deathbed's bedside. Such a sweet companion to the end.

That time out corner is not messing around. Don't get in trouble when you go play at Timmy's house.