A place where you belong, where you look forward to going at the end of the day.
It doesn't matter if there isn't any hot cocoa
Or the décor is less than optimal.
It matters not that there isn't soft music in the background
Because all that matters is that you belong there.
The shower may be icy cold
The bread might be a little stale.
But you have that spot you long for
That spot that curves around your body just right.
If you're lucky, the fridge is always stocked with ice cream
Chocolate milk, Sandwich meats, cheese of various kinds.
But if you're luckier there's someone there
Who you could share it all with
Curled up in that corner you oh so love.
You know where everything is
You know the best spots to lie in
You know each creak of the floor
Each tick tock of all the rooms' clocks.
You belong there.
You move and breathe with ease
Even if the air is a little dank
The pests are always present, but you already know them best.
You belong there.
I wish I had somewhere I belong.
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