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
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