The birds sing in the trees as I awake to a new morning. A cup of something deliciously warm to my side, I wrap my toes under the blanket as I listen to the soundtrack of the world happening outside my window. Inside my own bubble, I listen intently to the murmurs of street noise and chatter, everyone rushes one place to the next. This is a safe place, this is a place for comfort and for solace. This is home.
This is Home
A cup of something deliciously warm to my side, I wrap my toes under the blanket as I listen to the soundtrack of the world happening outside my window.
