I breathe in the smell that lingers on my pillow in the mornings before I have to begin my day.
Before I have to leave every comfort that is laced within these sheets.
The safety that I am wrapped in by my warm blankets,
I breathe it in.

The smell of my home, my own smell nestled within it faintly,
Almost like picturing myself laying on a window seat peering out
With trees that tap on the window.
An annoying scrape against the glass pane
Bringing me back to reality.

Now I must leave with one final breath inward
To be able to make it today.