Home is within me.

A cafeteria where I'm overwhelmed by noise directed all around me. A small group hunkered together with me watching a drama unfold. Sitting on a couch as two people hit each other and scream. A quiet room with a man reading and shouting at me as I interrupt.

All scenes from childhood, slices that challenged my calm and introspection. My childhood was exciting in the most anxiety-producing way, but it was all the people around me; I was seldom involved.

My home was where I drew my fantasy world and wrote stories about heroes while the rest of the world tormented each other. As an adult, my inner world is still my solace, but I have great safety with those I love and live with.

I've never put this in words. Thank you for the prompt, Dani ❤️