Good to be home

I awoke to a beautiful day.
Sun streaming through my window,
Smell of wet grass, morning dew, baked goods,
chirping birds, I was home and it felt good.
Content, happy to be at my grandmother's place.
Though it was not my residence, it didn't matter.
There I could rest, my heart wished to be satisfied.
Her smile, great hugs were welcoming.
I was home and it felt good.

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