The way home
Exhaustion could not express the way she felt.
The constant moving and traveling across time and dimension was a hot needle in the center of her chest.
She felt like if she didn't stop at this rate she was going to die, for sure.
Think of home, think of the yard, the children, the toys. The box flowers in the window, the garden you worked so hard on, and think of him. Think of him...
The wind caught her hair and she opened her eyes to see the place she had wanted to go to, was the place she was.
She stared up at her home like it was a ghost.











