Coming Home

Shane has gone for a two-day sleepover at his BFF's, totally making it meaningless for me to come home. I didn't wanna come home.


But i still did. Suddenly the house seems too big; the dinning table is too tidy without his toys lying around strategically; the tv room sounds eeriely quiet; the piano feels lonely without its master; the drums yearning to be thoroughly jam up; the flight of stairs up to the rooms seem to take forever; the bed in my room is definitely too big, too cold, too neat; everything is just not right.


A home without Shane suddenly seems so wrong.


I want him back.