I was 15 and it was raining, or as if I had gotten no sleep. My head was up against an unfamiliar bed frame, staring at an unfamiliar wall with an uncomfortable scuff mark against it. I could have laid down on the mattress, I had time to take a nap, but I wondered if that would be betraying my old house, or my own room, where I would never fall asleep again.
I lived there in that house, so this is the 2nd time I've ever moved. When I lean my head against the wall, I feel safe because I know I'm home.
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