This house doesn’t sleep

Love creeps

Allows you to feel who’s in it

Way past being a kid

Something that sticks within

Magic doors

The smile of child

On an adventure

In a house

Full of melting zones

Springs in my couch

Isn’t something I’ve heard before

Innocent laughter

Echoed about the rooms

Hope it’s safe to be ignored

It’s a new couch she’s bought

Mom’s not going to like this at all.