Prompt 12 - Melting Conversations

You know the day is weird when furniture starts talking. I got these bar stools specially designed with logs of wood from the forest.

I rub my eyes and ears again to believe what I see and hear. Yes, the voice emanates from there.

“You paid for me to provide you comfort. But you could have bought some other material too.”

“You are classy.” I try to cheer it up.

“I won’t say thanks to a deemed compliment. I’m classy, I’m wise when I stand in the place I belong. I’m dead now.”

It leaves me dumbfounded. Have I had too many drinks?

“You don’t bother about the forest, because it’s not a part of your civilized world. Your ancestors are not the only ones I protected. There is a whole ecosystem that runs around me.

You will know what it means when the air conditioning gets too expensive and you will have no option but to melt in the sweltering heat.”

I picked up the remote to reset the temperature, but it was already 16 degrees centigrade. 

Why am I sweating so much?