Home

I slipped into my parents' room and let my eyes adjust to the dark before leaning down to where my mother laid and waking her with a hug. My dad was already up and I succumbed to the temptation of laying on his side of the bed. I placed my head between my mom's shoulder and cheek and laid there, unable to sleep. Unable to be content as the time until I needed to leave ticked away. Laying beside my mother drags my childish feelings and wants out of my core. I don't want to leave home, I want to sob and unreasonable fear seizes me. I love home.