Home

No feeling matches this
stirring in my bed, expecting to be at school
then opening my eyes and…home.
Where every moment feels slowed down
a bubbled sanctuary from the world
as nothing touches me but softness —
the hugs of my mother
the quilt of my youth
the cat sitting on my face.

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    1. Well ether way thanks! My cat is fabulous, and he does indeed sit on my face at times (thankfully more with his front than his bum). Plus being home means laughing a lot, so it works :)

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