I am home but I still want to go home

The DAY

I entered the house, I sighed to myself, "I am home." As expected, no one was there to welcome me. I walked through the familiar halls and rooms thinking "I had been gone for so long, and yet nothing changed".

I was tired so I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower. undressed myself and turned on the hot water, it felt like a weight had been lifted of me as the water poured down my body. I stood there for a while, letting the heat wash over me. It was soothing, but something was missing. It wasn't just the fact that I was tired and wanted to rest, it was something more. the voice of the water eco the whole house shows how empty it is. There was a feeling of unease in the air like an empty jar. I don't know why but I couldn't shake the feeling of gloominess, "AsSsh why I am being so dramatic today".

Eventually, I just gave up and came out of shower, dressed in a comfortable night suit and went to bed. As I lay in bed, trying to sleep but only getting restless. I thought about "if everyone is living their life like me, if they all hate to be at their home like me."

It felt like the universe was conspiring against me.

"I don't know why I am thinking all this today maybe I should see a doctor tomorrow."

eventually, I gave up and got out of bed. I walked through the house again, looking for something to take my mind off of things. but all I found was emptiness. I wanted to go outside, but the coldness of the night air made me shiver. I just went to bed again, After much battling, I eventually fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up early and made my way to the kitchen. I had always loved cooking, and there was a chance that someone might be home so I could cook for them. But never got a chance in realty. I sat at the kitchen table for a while, eating my breakfast as I need strength to pull up the act of being usual even to myself.