Scene 50
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.
