Day EightyOne

Sunday Calmday

or so it pursuits.

Saturday night and

I return home; 

to the warm space I can have a shower

and my space

after spending two nights at a posh hotel with mum.

And I don't know what's heavier;

being at a posh hotel after living the hostel life for months,

or spending constant time with mum.

both.

I have my shower and walk comfortably in and out the dorm.

I feel the space inside and around me.

Kaloua is on the bed,

we greet each other and part

as I go to dry my hair.

I wear my cozy baggies

and walk down stairs

for my cup of tea;

peace.

I have my realisations

and a couple of sips

just before the girls walk in from their day trip.

We hug and catch up.

We go to bed 

and wake up for Sunday breakfast.

And it's the first one we've had together at this new hostel.

And it's lovely.