I wake up to a wet, warm kiss "Luna (our dog)," I exclaim. But then I feel it, the rough, cold touch of Donald Trump! "I have to go to work, I love you honey," Trump says. Oh thank god, I almost say, but save it with an "I love you to." I walk downstairs to the image of pure fright on the poor children's faces. For they had witnessed something far worse then a wet dog kiss from Donald Trump, no they witnessed the image of true ugliness. An image that will never be forgotten, but will stain your mind like wine on a white dress. The picture of of Donald Trump with no pants on! After hearing this I run to "my" poor children naturally they have a better relationship with me than their father), and hold on to them like a mother having her small, young, defenseless children come home from "running away." Trying to cleanse their eyes we sit down together on the sofa. I sit first and the kids scream. I jump up like a cat having a rock tossed. "Dad sat on that sofa with no pants on!" Tiffany shrieked. "We are gonna have to get is professionally cleaned," Barron said jokingly. After fifteen minutes of a happy pure house Donald comes back. "I forgot my wallet," Trump answers to a question asked by all of our faces. I nod slightly not wanting to start a conversation. To my excitement it worked he left and closed the door with a bang. That is the horror of waking up to Trump please don't pity me I don't want Donald to know about this.

Sincerely,
Melania Trump