Three Days

Three days of home sweet home. Time passes far too quickly; my mommy tells me that often. Perhaps it's okay that I feel ripped in two. Half is quite excited to step off the hardwood floor I've played on, ate on, slept on, most of my life and explore new nooks and crannies. The other half clings to the floorboards--like a child with a fever, the coolness is soothing, the boards strong and grounding, the hum of life buzzing through the woodwork puts the mind at ease.