The Big Empty House

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I live in a big house with a confusing, winding way in. In this tan house, there lives a guy that is flying away, a girl always whitening, and a woman that places things perfectly. There are golf carts wheezing by, engines roaring high above throughout the night. There is a deep separation near and there. There are blue lights in the living room. Smudges on the glass dining tables. There is a silent man that stays with the tattooed woman sometimes. The fence to and in the house beeps twice each time it swings open and close. The hallway upstairs creeps at night. There are a few walkways outside but not enough. They do not hang out in the living room. Everyone is just in their rooms. The girl with pearly white teeth changed. She used to say good morning and goodbye to me. Now she says, "I have to go to work now.". She tells me about the teeth and the games and the guys late at night. I can hear people watching TV through the walls. Everyone keeps their doors shut. My room is high; well it looks high. I can see many roofs through my window. I can see the tops of many trees. The natural light is my light. The room, the farthest room from mine is empty. The owner said the uniform guy was going to move it, but his golf clubs haven't shown up yet. I can hear the mowers going now. They can a lot to this airy house. The big windows capture the outside all too well. The wooden floors are harsh and dusty. My white walls blend into the white furniture, it might explode. I think someone is finally home.