The house woke up and stretched, blinking in the sunlight. It flung its windows wide open and breathed in the scent of Spring air. It straightened the bed covers and wondered about what to have for breakfast.
The fridge was bursting with fruit and fresh green vegetables. The house took a handful of berries and ate them one by one, each a little explosion of sweet and tangy flavour.
The washing machine and tumble drier whirred contentedly, flinging tiny cardigans and sparkly t-shirts around ready for Little One and Eldest. The house drew back the living room curtains and filled itself with pale morning light.
The house lit a candle and sat down for a while, contemplating how long it had been since it had felt so alive.