There’s a stranger in our bed.

She sleeps on the purple sheets you borrowed.

I hope you washed them.

She cuddles the plushie-your birthday gift from me.

There’s an imposter in our house.

He drinks out of your coffee cup from Grand Teton.

He takes it wrong.

There’s too much sugar and not enough cream.

There’s a stranger in your family photos.

She has a toddler with your eyes.

You call her baby.

I don’t understand why; you always say it’s too cheesy for us.

There’s an imposter at my birthday party.

He came on time.

He said I was beautiful and kissed my head.

I don’t understand why; you always say my friends are hotter.