Paws

home;

the place smells clean. too clean. the tough wooden chair does not care for my comfort, and i squirm in discomfort.

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"i had so much fun!" she says. i stare out of the window, admiring the cloud kingdom separated from me only in glass. i had so much fun too, but home calls. spain proved far too hot. soon a strange sensation builds in my chest and i know we're coming in to land. we step off of the plane.

heading into luggage collection, we identify our suitcases and lug them with us out into the airport. here we purchase orange juice and blueberry muffins. once we have finished, we exit into the open air of our home country and i see the silver jeep up the road.

climbing into the car, mum expresses how happy she is to see us. but i only have time for one; her. her soft fur up against me, licking my wrist. i snuggle her. good to be home, i whisper to her, home with you.