What do people feel when they walk in my door?
Do they feel warm and fuzzy like they belong here?
Or do they feel like seconds turn to hours
as the kettle boils?
Does the silence feel like a breath of fresh air
Or an icy rough breeze that ruins their hair?
Are then really sorry they have to go when the phone rings
or  have they been waiting for a way out..for anything
To escape the presence of me?
What do you feel when you enter my dwelling
well ? Go on..don't leave without telling!