She smells like home.
Broken aircon.
Fried egg over rice.
A bowl of instant noodle.
Dusty photo frame.
Books and woods.
Hints of moss on the wall.
She looks like home.
Messy and tired.
But always stays there.
She feels like home.
Worried.
Noisy.
Yet calming.
Warm.
Indescribable.
Like home.