Maple

I'm sitting at my desk, chatting happily, when I accidentally lean back against the bookshelf behind me.

Oh no, not agaaaaain—

There's a soft shimmer, and where I was sitting, there's now a lovely wooden bookshelf. A muffled voice comes from the wood itself.

...This is fine. Everything is fine. I'll just... be a bookshelf for a bit. The big girl waves at me cheerfully from across the room while the small one tries to climb me. Normal Tuesday.