Dancer In The Dense

NOT SAYING I WAS EVER POETIC AND LYRICAL, BUT I HAVE LOST MY POETICAL, LYRICAL SIDE.

Me: Walking downstairs, downstairs, turn to go into my mothers room. Outside lights are on in the backyard. Look out glass doors.
‘OH MY GOD! HEDGEHOG! OH MY GOSSSSSSHHHHHH.’
Fingers and nose against the glass.
‘You are soo cuuuuute! Yesssss! Sooooooo cuuuuuuuute!’
Heavy feet on the stairs.
‘MUM! There’s a hedgehog downstairs! I’m gonna go take a photo of it!’
‘What? Is it inside the house?’
‘Nah, it’s outside.’
‘What were you doing outside?..’
Already running downstairs.

And me. In a white singlet and red underwear. Running around my backyard with a camera.
Neighbours must think we’re a fucking sitcom family.

Gon go colour my hair again. Can someone PLEASE just send me something to make me WRITE. Oh my FUCK I will send you something MINDBLOWING just give my your ADDRESS.
tidfsi@gmail.com / Ask

Capitals own.
TN.