[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

The first thing I remember about that night was the argument the man and woman were shouting viciously at one another - fortunately far from my room. Their meat-words and mute gestures, trying to communicate a mad hatred and love that I had observed in them ever since they bought me with the house. 
 
 Then, a word-too-far, and I feel a concussion reverberate throughout the house. After a few moments, I feel a second. For many days, I am blessedly alone. The man and woman, utterly ignorant, have not used me. I am clean, clean like the day I was made, save for some dust beginning to accumulate. More people come, they take things out of my room but not me, they take all the things of the man and woman who lived here before, some I had become friends with. I am bitter, but I am still unused and therefore happy. 
 
 Much time passes, but there is no measure - no one switches on the light in my room for the few minutes they use me, no one opens the door so I can see the window, so I pass the time in meditative silence with my fellows. We are finally free. 
 
 Until, another man enters, puts a box on the sink ( it groans ) and opens my lid to sit on my face.
