#67

I wonder how your bed feels about a stranger (me) crashing without notice. I wonder how your pillows feel about an intruder (me) hugging them without asking them if I could [without asking you]. I wonder how your dogs feel about a visitor (me) asking you to hold them and keep them away because I'm afraid of them.

Your place. It's special.

It                      feels
        
            like

home.

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Dear Zha,


Thank you for adopting me for a week. This is it (again)! Thank you for believing in me. I'll miss you heaps (like heaps-heaps)!


Xo,
Me