Dear Readers,
I checked out the weird room again. This weird room with no bathroom.
No bathroom here, or anywhere outside this room. I wondered out loud if they pooped in this dresser or a bucket. Then I started getting worried about the notion of stumbling across the poop bucket. I had so many unanswered questions.
I wondered if it was a guy or gal that lived here and thought they were probably pretty old. I thought no one young cared about the saints or church. I thought it was gonna be weird in 30 years when all the churches are empty. I daydreamed about opening a pizza place, sitting in the pews and eating pizza.
I thought about coming up with a pun based on pizza and church and came up with holy pepperoni!
I looked at the bed and played with the idea that I could sleep here right now and the person who'd retire for the night here would never know there was someone else just here, under their sheets and on their pillow. I let out a playful maniacal little laugh :)
I then thought I could make their bed and just be helpful without them knowing. It didn't have to be all creepy.
I went into the wardrobe and wondered if whoever lived here knew I had been here. I felt we had some kinda relationship, like I was a ghost and I was haunting them or something. I thought about moving something, just to let them know someone cares; someone who cares enough to visit them. I immediately decided against it as that was the creepiest thing ever.
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