I can't wait to be in my own space again. With curtains drawn, basking the room with a yellow glow against cool blue walls. Lying on cloud-like pillows, wrapped in familiar scented blanket that pulls me to slumber since I was younger. Nothing but the silent hum of air-conditioning, my steady breathing and thumping of my heart beat. No loud TV, no whining and arguing in the morning, no foul smelling conditions. Just clean, quiet, familiar room with my own thoughts running in my mind.

-m.b