f i f t e e n
the pungent smell of dirt assaulted my nostrils as i entered her home.
the multi-colored carpet held crumbs of unknown food and things i necessarily didn't need to know about.
i looked left to see the walls were painted a mint green, and the white curtains drifting in the breeze by the window.
the tv was small, and something you would've seen in the 1980's.
i couldn't have been in more love with this house.
"i'm sorry, it's an absolute pigpen," she apologized as she walked forward, her black sweatpants dragging behind her ankles.
"it's not. i feel right at home," i stuttered, "i mean, this is a homey home."
"a homey home?"
"yeah, you know. I feel at home even thought it's not my home."
she mumbled something, but I was too distracted by her brilliant blue eyes.
"where are your parents?"
"work", she said. "they're never home."
i gave an uncomfortable nod.
she took the yellow rose from my hand and placed it in a plastic cup.
she then filled the cup up with water.
"sorry, we don't have any vases."
i smiled.
"the winnie the pooh cup works perfectly," i stated.
"really? it looks hideous."
"that's the thing about beauty-you find it in the most unexpected places."
cover by LotteHolder
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