Fiction or Non-Fiction?

Because I’m the kinda girl who does nothing all day but loll on her sofa in a peignoir set (Doris Day powder blue) while cramming stale chocolates (Russell Stover, bought at a Woolworth fire sale circa 1988) and watching my “stories” (90210 reruns), it should come as no surprise that some of that luxurious chocolate found itself ground into one of the sofa’s throw pillows. So, does it surprise you that rather than order my imaginary houseboy (black-haired, bare-chested, barely-English-speaking) to steam-clean it posthaste, I put the pillow to my mouth and sucked the stain out the best I could?
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