Irony, or some such similar narrative device.

This afternoon, I rescued a shiny, red, slightly deflated heart-shaped balloon, which had dragged itself, using its limited buoyancy, through the unmowed patch of grass in my apartment complex, past my window, to my screen door. It now rests calmly against a stack of New York Times', seemingly glad to have made it so far from Valentine's day, or any other evidence of romance.