I still pretend to not know.

I still pretend that I'm the dumb one.

Maybe I am. Maybe I'm making it all up.

But is it possible to imagine sinfuly disgusting noises coming from our room? On the very day I said I'd be out, but came home early?

Is it possible to imagine another girl screaming out your name?

Or the shock on your face when you come out of the room to see me on the couch?

I must have a vivid imagination then.