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It's been a long day, but when I walk in, it's warm like a smile. There's bookshelves, and movies. There's a plain white couch and a chair, the walls in this room are pale yellow like a fading afternoon. There's different plants on the shelves and furniture. There's always fresh flowers between the couch and chair. There's a few things on the walls, some pictures, some sculptures, and a little knight statue behind the front door. In the corner there's a drumset, deceivingly dusty because it springs to life in a moment. The tiny kitchen has a few dishes drying in the sink, but it's always tidy, and above the window is a tiny string of paper lanterns glowing softly. I open the door to the backyard and a little blonde dog greets me with a wagging tail and her version of a grin. There's a little garden, back here, and a tree, our bicycles lean against the wall. The bathroom always smells lightly of perfume and the bathtub with the claw feet sometimes has a drippy faucet but it works just fine. Lurking in the bedroom there's a black ninja cat behind some pillows, and on the dresser a brown bunny is chewing on something. And everything in my mind softens when I come here, cause it's home, it's really truly my home and some days I don't want to be anywhere else.