he actually misses home, although he doesn't quite know where that is. he misses the people, knowing where things are, not feeling like a tourist. most of all he misses his bed. he misses returning to it after a long day of adventures and cuddling into the abundance of stuffed animals. he misses the little black spider who has claimed his celing as its own. he misses wondering if it found him as amusing as he finds it. then he realizes it's Wednesday, no longer the weekend. he wants to run to the place where he calls home just hoping to find the postman has left behind something, nevermind that it would mean crossing the boarder and running down highway and though a tunnel for hours on end. possibly even days. he just wants something to stay the same after all the changes summer brings. maybe he'll stay in a single room by himself for a good few days and reconnect with the world. the world more or less stays the same. trees will always provide enough shade and comfort for a few hours of reading, grass will always tickle at his bare flesh, ground will always have gravity to keep him down. they are his friends.
he gives his body over to the universe, letting go of the reins when he closes his eyes. he cannot stand another moment of awakeness. the moon is as full as it will get on this night and the city will go to sleep slowly in the next couple hours or so, but out there somewhere she's braving the harsh heat of the sun. she's on the other side of the world, one of the farthest places she could be, and he doesn't quite know how to cope in these nighttime hours when his mind just rambles and spins and churns. he tries to keep moving, keep occupied by whatever opens itself up to him, but when the day comes to a close it isn't quite enough. he'll be counting down the days, even if he tries not to. it's the only way he even knows what day it is currently.
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