A pretty doll house

I like the orange wallpaper in her house. I like the way the colors match. The orange and the red and the yellow. It’s like a little a doll house, Sis’ house. It’s pretty and colorful and it makes me feel cozy and warm and happy. It makes me happy.
She read my future in the little coffee cup. Turkish coffee. I like the smell of Turkish coffee; it’s very reviving and strong. She told my fortune as I swung my bottle of beer in my hand. I was lying on her bed, a very comfy bed with soft, stripped pillows that you want to hug forever.
She has three pairs of slippers: blue, pink, and green. I wore the blue ones today as we ate our breakfast together, honey and butter. I like having breakfast with Sis in her little kitchen.
I like everything about that house. I think it’s perfect for Sis. I think she is perfect.
After breakfast we went back to Mom’s and Dad’s. I didn’t want to leave Sis’. I just wanted to stay there and look at the pretty colors of orange and red and yellow and how everything matched so well.
I was a doll. A happy doll in a pretty doll house with pretty, happy colors.

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