waking up in my own bed with paul holding me and kittens purring at my side and by my feet is the best feeling in the world. it's a mixture of love, safety, belonging, and comfort, all wrapped into one: it's my home. and being away from here for even two days made me realize that this is home now. and i'm ok with it.
with paul by my side, sleeping and sighing soft breaths onto my shoulder, and miso at our feet cuddled up, and alfie snuggled by my side purring loudly, i can't think of a better way to start my days and to live my life. they are my calming points... my strength and will power... my comfort... my home.