Home -- Series (No. 6)
Home is somewhere you can crash at any time.
It's the softness of your sheets and pillows on your bed brushing against your bare skin.
It's the embrace of your mattress that remembers just how you like it.
It's the gentle light that slips through the blinds at daybreak; and the warm afternoon sun filling the entire room.
It's the busy rattling of leaves in Fall and the serene sound of raindrops against the roof within the comforts of your walls.
It is the glass you keep by your bedside to quench your thirst at night.
It is the book you read to help you dream and sleep.
It is the blank canvas that is the pattern of the ceiling you study when you're off in your very own fantasy.
Home is somewhere you'd always be delighted to return to,
even from the most extravagant vacations you could take.
Drop you luggage.
Face-plant your bed.
Fall asleep.
It's the softness of your sheets and pillows on your bed brushing against your bare skin.
It's the embrace of your mattress that remembers just how you like it.
It's the gentle light that slips through the blinds at daybreak; and the warm afternoon sun filling the entire room.
It's the busy rattling of leaves in Fall and the serene sound of raindrops against the roof within the comforts of your walls.
It is the glass you keep by your bedside to quench your thirst at night.
It is the book you read to help you dream and sleep.
It is the blank canvas that is the pattern of the ceiling you study when you're off in your very own fantasy.
Home is somewhere you'd always be delighted to return to,
even from the most extravagant vacations you could take.
Drop you luggage.
Face-plant your bed.
Fall asleep.
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