He never left his desk toys out of their assigned spots.

He must have packed the container in his large leather suitcase to play with on the flight to Denver.

I finally found a blue pen wedged between two heavy accounting books on the middle shelf.

I signed the two pages of registration forms on the hard surface of the desk.

I left the paperwork resting squarely on the seat of his leather chair.

The house was silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator.