My house has become too small.
Agony, who turned quite cocky since anger was evicted, thinks she rules the whole damn place. She doesn’t know she’s next.
Satisfaction is sketching out the plans of our new abode with glitter pens leaving trails of sparkle everywhere.
There’s room for wonder to skip and twirl among the lupine and play chase with delight in the hallways.
The porch observing the sea offers communion for simplicity and stillness. The breeze there tastes like sorrow.
As for me, I need space to whip up a hearty stew and dine with myself by candlelight. The familiar embrace of a well-known chair inviting warmth from the fire into my bones. A home fit for the sacred celebration of a long desired reunion.