House Marshmallows

Sat in chair, stared at ceiling.

"My house burned down."

Jumped up eagerly.

"COOL! How high did the flames go? Was there an EXPLOSION??!?!? What did it SMELL LIKE?!!? Did you get BURNED?!!?!?!?!?"

No.

"DID YOU MAKE MARSHMALLOWS IN THE FLAMES OF EVERYTHING YOU KNEW AND EVERYTHING YOU CREATED AND EVERYTHING?!?!?"

No. I wonder what they'd have tasted like.

"AH THE SMORES"

Ah the taste of imaginary smores, a thought to keep us going and make more houses.