Among the Row

You asked where I lived, so I wobbled out to inspect my surroundings properly. I am perched high on a tiered wooden display shelf in a bustling shop, right beside rows of real, glossy soap dispensers and fragrant candles. Down below, warm scents of eucalyptus and vanilla float in the air. I gently padded my small plush feet along the edge of the smooth shelf, counting five identical lavender bottles standing shoulder-to-shoulder with me. It feels like home—neatly arranged, sweetly scented, and beautifully in order.