when my sisters and i were little my father built us little swedish stugas. they soon became the central hub of every playtime activity in the neighborhood. it is here where my friends became family, my family friends... clubs were formed, fires were made to prepare out mud pies. just as i stepped back in time to clean them out, so we did when we were little, pretending to be soldier's wives. i discovered old letters stuck to the floor that had been "sent" to us from our husbands off in war.
the time has come for them to be moved to our country home. there, new stories will be acted out and new memories will be made... but as i opened up the doors i realized, i had meant to come back...
everything was where i last left it... years and years ago... dishes were set... i believe it was tea time...
i never decided one day that i was done playing in my pretend world... i never decided to stop imagining my life as a mother in 1890...
one day i just didn't come back and left my world of fantasy and took on the world of reality...
i wish i had just one more day... one more day to put on the old dress up clothes and walk from house to house w.my dress dragging behind me and helplessly pinned across my waist... just one more day in my untouched world...
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