My bare feet are submerged in the plush, clean carpet. Distinct wafts of homemade baking and fresh cooking filter through the warm air. The flickering fire omits heat like the midday indian sun, warming my whole body inside and out, thawing months of frost and chill banes. It is warm. It is quiet. I am full.
I'm home. Duh.
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