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In my head, I play house sometimes.

Curtains nice and straight, kitchen sparkly clean, my dress nice and pretty.

Your skin is so soft.

In my head, I play house sometimes.

The sheets are fresh. Wrinkle-free. Tucked beneath tightly.

Your lips are sweet.

In my head, I play house sometimes.

Giggles in the back, a swing set, flowers smell so sweet.

Your words are intoxicating.

In my head, I play house sometimes.

But in my true house, there is none of this.

I don't house anything.

Unmarried I am.