I'm Home

People want to be sought after
To be noticed as missing
They want to know that you noticed they weren't there
They want to be chased
And thrown over a caring shoulder
So you hide in hopes of being found

You run to find a blanket nearby
Covering your face and trying not to make a sound
You just sit and wait...
The door creaks open and anticipation pulls the corners of your mouth
Laughter escapes and you can't be quiet any longer

A familiar voice echoes in your ears
"Where's my little bird?"
As soon as you try to keep your composure
You're dangling from broad world bearing shoulders
"Ah, there she is"
"I'm home"

-Kell