This is the first paragraph of a descriptive essay I wrote earlier this year...can anyone guess what it is I'm talking about? Its more like a very descriptive story. If you like it I can post the rest later.
I know what it feels like to be empty. For years, nothing has been kept inside me. I know that I’m not that big, but I could certainly hold a pair of earrings. I know how small they are. From my place on the shelf, I’ve seen girls put in their earrings, small shiny studs for school. I could hold those. It would be nice to have a use besides being a pretty ornament.