The wind still rattles the storm window.
The walls still have mold.
Mice still race through the walls.
The lawn still needs cut.
The washing machine is still stuck on a soak cycle.
The refrigerator still cools nothing.
The light still turns off even when it’s on.
The candle still blows out with raindrops, leaking through the roof.
The fireplace still warms the house, the ground beneath which our bodies rest & we wouldn’t miss it for the world.
(This is fiction)