My Four Walls

It used to be my home away from home.
Now, it's just my home.

There's something about these green walls.
Something about the brown.
Something about the pictures I put up.
The quote I painted on.

Maybe it's that I did it myself.
I chose the colors, the pictures...
The ideas.

There's something about my bed.
My pillow, my duvet.

It's filled with friendship.
Filled with warm fuzzy feelings.
With comfort.

Maybe it's that it's white.
Or at least off white.
And it's what I've always wanted.

When I come back I feel lighter.
When I lay down I feel safer.

When I'm here.. I feel.. familiar.

Tonight, I get to sleep in my own bed.