As lovely as it is, to travel and see old friends and new, home is where things are right. Home is my reality, the world that is mine and although I carry Master with me every single step I take in life, I am still strangely uncomfortable when I am not surrounded by him the way I am here.
Distance is a strange thing, my travels actually brought me closer to him for a short while, in miles and in the community that understands his presence in a way few do and yet that only made me miss him even more. The nights in strange beds, alone in the dark, the idle turning of my collar almost becoming a tick, being fully dressed most of the time and having to stay on top of all this that and the other all the time.
A couple of nights before returning home I was dreaming, what seemed like the whole night through, the puppy me curled up at his feet, my tail slowly tapping the floor as I was licking his ankles, rubbing my nose against the edge of his shoes, almost desperately begging for his hand to drop down and touch me, I heard a faint whimpering but I could not figure out if I was the one making the sound, as sad as I was I refused to wake up, I just wanted to stay there, at his feet, feeling the heat from his body close to me, knowing inside that he was there.
Now I am finally “landing” here, the white shirt keeping me warm like nothing else can, the chains on the wall behind the bed rattling gently when I push them by accident when moving on my pillows. He is everywhere here, it is his home and I belong here