home

I breathe in the scent of cigarette, dust and “white lavender and sandlewood twist” Snuggle (whatever that is). I collapse headfirst onto all 4800 inches of empty bed real estate and run my fingers over the freshly washed sheets. I hear a pattering of footsteps on the stairs just before the cutest boy in the world tackles me. I roll over suddenly and hold him in a tight snuggle. 

I am home.

I forgot to post last Thursday and Friday after I returned home from college. Despite breaking my streak, I’m picking up right where I left off and posting five days a week.