Dreaming peacefully with a smile on my face. Nothing is like coming home and sleeping in my old bed. Waking up. Familiar kitchen-noices. My mother is about to make a delicious breakfast. Will miss this tomorrow, when I go back to my other home.
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I remember the kitchen noises from my home; unfortunately my parents moved not long after I moved out.
Willow! Willow! it's time to wake up!!
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