imalex's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comfort I miss my bedroom. The ugly, harsh orange walls, and my creaky 50's bed. I miss my cat like a chunk of me is missing, and the familiar smell of the place. This house still smells odd to me. I miss the comfort of having my sister next door. I miss the forest behind my house, and the huge garden my dad has planted. I just miss feeling comfortable. In anything. I like new situations, but it has been so long since I was home, since I felt comfort. Residence was comfort to me. It was warm, and friendly to my tired eyes even with those ugly white stone walls. 3:16 a.m. - 2011-08-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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