She reluctantly woke up to the distant sound of a busy street. She slowly opens her still sleepy eyes as she gathers her thoughts trying to figure out where she is. Oh, a familiar place but it’s not her home.
She lazily drags herself up the bed and looks around in an empty gaze. Yes, it is her place but it’s not her home.
Her numb body slowly succumbed to the cold water reminding her senses that it’s yet another day. She went on with her morning routine with a speed and skill of a master. As she finishes, she suddenly felt the urge to return to the comfort of her bed and into the sweetness of her dreams. Ah, almost but it’s not her home.
She stepped into a half-empty alley and went on with her early morning tricycle ride. The busy streets did nothing but reinforce her feeling that, no, it’s not her home.