{Your POV}
Back at your place, you smile softly. It was good to feel the shag carpet between your toes. Making your way to your room, you turn on all the lights. You reach your room and flick on the light. You smile at the dull looking room. The cream colored walls fill you with a familiar warmth. You dig through your closet, taking out a new, clean pair of shorts, bra, and tank top. You grab a towel on your way to your bathroom, opposite your bedroom.
You shut the door after flicking on the light. You turn on the water, letting it grow steamy. You set your clothes and towel on the toilet and begin undressing. You step into the shower, smiling softly as the hot water hits your freezing, aching body.
Knowing the soft spot on your head you take off the band-aid and toss it in the trash, not realizing you hadn't taken it off before. The water and shampoo stung as you cleaned yourself. You didn't pay attention to how long you stood there, washing your body and hair. But it felt good.
Being home felt good.
