Spending my days exploring the world,
Knowing you will be waiting as night falls.
A quiet place to rest my weary body and spirit
When the day is over and sleep calls.
A place to meditate and relax when I’m away,
How quickly you become like home.
Cleaned each day by the work of others’ hands,
You’re made comfortable while I’m gone.
I throw my souvenirs haphahazardly about you,
And no one is there to nag me or to complain.
You don’t care if I leave crumbs in my bed,
You just hope that I will visit again and again.
Written for the 100 Word Wednesday Challenge #160 from Bikurgurl. Ragtag prompt is Quiet.