Me. You. A prison cell. I woke up this morning thinking about how much I wish I had a pet. But that pet would have to be you. Imagine me as your mistress—I feed you, I give you water. In the mornings, I take you for walks on a leash, and you are obedient and follow my every command. I really like this idea. Imagine you see me through the bars of a cage. And yes—I would make this cage out of gold 🟡