I’m home. I called it home the minute my little lab-beagle mix curled up on the floor cushions. I love familiar faces, familiar times, laughter, happy endings.
I’m home. In a house too big for Nemo and I as we sit here, curled up in my lazy chair, feet up, her paw making sure I don’t move.
I’m home. In a place that makes me smile every time I remember a moment from the past that I have shared with someone special or giggletons of laughter with friends.
I’m home. To darkness, to loneliness, to solitude, to hatred, to demons, to forever.