Retreat

Arriving in the dark, though the clock says sleep

I sit and make sure to pet the cat and dog

To eat something and refamiliarise myself

With the place left some time ago

The place I call home

Gone, though by choice, my thoughts linger

On how long it will be before I can return permanently

Until then, I enjoy the brief respite

Cat warming my legs

Dog snoozing on the rug

Tea near at hand

A writer’s retreat