A comfortable feeling of familiarity knocks about in her childhood home.
A deep-seated feeling of insecurity knocks about his heart.
A feeling of aimlessness knocks about him after retirement.
A feeling of anticipation knocks about before a big event.
A feeling of nostalgia knocks about me when I listen to old records.
A fleeting feeling of happiness knocks about amidst the chaos.
A glimmer of hope knocks about even in the darkest times.
A lingering feeling of sadness knocks about after the movie.
A nagging feeling of worry knocks about her maternal instincts.
A persistent cough knocks about her chest after the cold.
A persistent feeling of doubt knocks about his decision-making.
A persistent feeling of loneliness knocks about her life.
A piece of driftwood knocks about on the shore, shaped by the waves.
A quiet feeling of contentment knocks about in her peaceful life.
A quiet sense of satisfaction knocks about after a job well done.
A rumour knocks about the office that the company is downsizing.
A sense of adventure knocks about her soul.
A sense of melancholy knocks about him during the autumn months.
A sense of unease knocks about my mind as the storm gathers.
A vague feeling of discontent knocks about in her heart.
A vague sense of purpose knocks about her actions.
An empty soda can knocks about on the floor of the abandoned warehouse.
Dust motes knocks about in the sunbeams streaming through the window.
He just knocks about from job to job, never finding his passion.
He just knocks about, never really settling down in one place.
He knocks about different cafes, writing his poetry.
He knocks about Europe, soaking up the culture.
He knocks about the clubs, enjoying the nightlife.
He knocks about the country, chasing his dreams.
He knocks about the docks, looking for work.
He knocks about the farm, helping with the chores.
He knocks about the forest, connecting with nature.
He knocks about the islands, seeking adventure.
He knocks about the kitchen, making a late-night snack.
He knocks about the library, researching for his thesis.
He knocks about the local bar, telling tall tales.
He knocks about the mountains, searching for peace.
He knocks about the streets, playing his music for passersby.
He knocks about the theater, volunteering backstage.
He knocks about the workshop, tinkering with broken machines.
He knocks about town in a battered old convertible, a picture of carefree youth.
My keys always knocks about at the bottom of my bag.
She knocks about the art studio, experimenting with different mediums.
That catchy tune knocks about in my brain all day long.
That old saying about karma knocks about my head when I see bad things happen.
That uncomfortable truth knocks about unspoken in their family gatherings.
The antique globe knocks about precariously on the dusty shelf.
The broken clock knocks about in the junk drawer.
The broken umbrella knocks about in the hallway closet.
The discarded cardboard boxes knocks about in the alley.
The discarded confetti knocks about on the dance floor.
The discarded newspapers knocks about in the alleyway.
The discarded shopping bags knocks about in the car trunk.
The discarded wrappers knocks about on the sidewalk.
The dried leaves knocks about the yard after the storm.
The empty bottles knocks about in the recycling bin.
The empty jars knocks about in the pantry.
The empty rocking chair knocks about on the porch in the wind.
The fallen branches knocks about on the forest floor.
The forgotten lyrics knocks about in the songwriter's notebook.
The forgotten toys knocks about in the attic.
The guilt of that mistake still knocks about in his conscience.
The idea for a novel knocks about her mind, waiting to be written.
The loose change knocks about in his pocket.
The loose gravel knocks about on the road.
The loose stones knocks about on the mountain path.
The lost manuscript knocks about in forgotten archives, waiting to be rediscovered.
The old photographs knocks about in the shoebox.
The old sailor knocks about the harbor, a weathered map etched onto his soul.
The old suitcase knocks about in the trunk of the car.
The rumor of a hidden treasure knocks about the pirate's cove.
The scattered papers knocks about on the floor of the study.
The seashells knocks about on the sandy beach.
The story of the haunted house knocks about the village folklore.
The stray costumes knocks about in the dressing room.
The stray dog knocks about the park, scavenging for scraps.
The stray papers knocks about on the desk.
The stray ropes knocks about on the harbor deck.
The thought of failure knocks about his confidence.
The unused baking pans knocks about in the kitchen cupboard.
The unused gardening tools knocks about in the shed.
The unused paintbrushes knocks about in the art supply box.
The unused tools knocks about in the garage.
The unwanted pamphlets knocks about in the mailbox.
This controversial opinion knocks about in online forums.
This experimental technology knocks about in the research facility.
This half-formed idea knocks about in my sketches.
This idea knocks about among the younger generation.
This innovative design knocks about in the architect's studio.
This obscure fact knocks about in my trivia knowledge.
This outdated technology knocks about in the museum's basement.
This particular question knocks about during philosophy debates.
This philosophical concept knocks about during late-night talks.
This radical idea knocks about in the activist circles.
This revolutionary theory knocks about in academic discussions.
This scientific breakthrough knocks about in the research lab.
This theory knocks about scientific circles, but lacks solid evidence.
This unconventional approach knocks about in the startup culture.
This unsolved mystery knocks about in local history.
This urban legend knocks about in whispered conversations.