Author: QuixoticQuetzal PM
Short poetic rant about coming home from college for the first time and realizing home is anything but.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 201 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-01-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2283211
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I can't sleep.
These pinstriped sheets smell of dust, musty from disuse. The room aches, overflowing with memories of fantastic games, pop music, first love, and heartbreak. Even with the wallpaper stripped away to the harsh reality of the concrete beneath, traces of pink paint cling to the past.
My insomnia takes me downstairs, over tan, stained and worn carpets, past TV trays and worn sofas, into a kitchen smelling of baked bread from the night before.
I'm home now, but not really.
I'm just visiting Grandma's house.