Home.

I wanted to come home and people were kind and brought me here.It is a place, but it isn’t home and I don’t know where home is. There isn’t another house but there must be home somewhere. I think home is where this isn’t really happening to me.
There are parcels everywhere but I don’t think it is Christmas, perhaps it was Christmas. I don’t want to go outside the door because I don’t know what is outside the door, but I know this isn’t home.
I want home with Paul and Beth and Stephen and cooking in the kitchen and dogs and cats and people I know visiting but I don’t know these people. Please tell me how I get home.