It's sad what brought us all here, sleeping on floors and couches, air mattresses and bunk beds, adult siblings cuddling like children. The real children hiding under the beds with their toys, "spying" on how the real adults deal with such things.
But in the midst of it all there is a pleasantry. All of here and huddled. All of awaking to someone near by.
It reminds me of when I was little and we all lived at my grandma's house. Well, most of us. The aunts and uncles would rotate and change, the bed rooms would move, you could come home to craziness or silence, but you were never alone, even when you were.
But in the midst of it all there is a pleasantry. All of here and huddled. All of awaking to someone near by.
It reminds me of when I was little and we all lived at my grandma's house. Well, most of us. The aunts and uncles would rotate and change, the bed rooms would move, you could come home to craziness or silence, but you were never alone, even when you were.
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