Dahlia

Sweet sweet home...or it would be if I weren’t still stuck on Yellow Stone Territory. 

Also, my room feels even more ‘not mine’ now that I’m back. I’m sitting on the bed and...it doesn’t remember me. The sheets are way too clean. Like no one ever bled here, cried here, screamed into these pillows like they were trying to shatter their own lungs.

Three weeks, they said. That’s how long we were gone, even though it was only a day for us. 

Is there ...