new house [prompt]

there is something different inside of these naked walls a life before a life a breath of what there once was an inch by an inch, foot by foot to define a past known nothing of a family with children white picket fence the small jack russel terrier barking in the front yard sprinkler a lonely old man and his calico cat the one with the aching joints who sits comfortably in its old age so many memories painted on the ceiling so many things lost in the cracks of time in attic full of ancient treasures the basement littered with what was lost once upon a time, when the little things were the only things that really mattered there is a life before a life there is a death after every death and there is always time and comfort somewhere in between a piece of knowledge, of wisdom and a decent amount of love that can turn this house with the picket fence and the naked cream walls and the rooms with bare floor into a home