What defines a home?

It could be a place you are needed

"Or maybe just a place where you felt relaxed" I said to myself

I was bored and kept thinking as I walked around the streets

It got lonely out here since the world went to shit

I kicked a small brown box lying by the side of the road.

It was empty

Wandering for weeks I found this small town in the middle of the woods

"How about a place where you heart is, oh that is poetic" I said outloud again

I stopped infront of a red detached house

Admiring how the windows were still intact

Wow

I walked up the small drive way to a blue wooden door with small, also unbroken, windows.

Though them you could see a white kitchen

The door had no handle

Dammit - I took off my hoodie and wrapped it around my elbow.

I hit the window once - nothing happened - but twice it shattered.

That can be fixed

I reached in and unlocked the door.

As I walked in I was surprised by how good the place smelled

No smell of decay

I made a big sigh of relief as I threw my backpack on the floor making a big clunk sound with all the supplies I had rattling around in it.

The kitchen was a big open space, open into the livingroom with glass doors leading to the yard and a small pond. To the left was a hallways and right a yellow door.

I opened the yellow door, and to my surprise found a bed-room.

No the surprise was the bed!

It was made! And on it was what looked to be the softest blue cover.

I ran my hand over the covers as I walked around it, aiming towards a huge closet on the other side

It gave me a satisfied tingling

I opened the closet and found some of the clothes were missing, but there was still some!

I took off all my clothes and looked myself in the mirror.

I had lost some weight, but it wasn't so bad

"Still looking good" I said and winked at myself

I made a little spin and checked out myself before grabbing a t-shirt and new jeans - there was everything here!

It didn't fit like a charm, but it was alright!

I threw myself back at the bed

GOD it was soft

"Well I carry my heart with my, so maybe I carry home inside of me" I thought to myself as I closed my eyes

...

I woke up by the sound of something strange

Something I hadn't heard in a loong time

It was the sound of an engine, and it stopped right outside.

Followed by the sound of boots walking around the house

I didn't know what to do, so I quickly ran to the closet and hid inside

I could hear my heartbeat - It was either fear or excitement

I hadn't met another person in so long

Limits