The Usuals

I have lived at my home for a very long time. It felt like hundreds of years, as long as plastic stays in sea. There are the usuals: my unmade bed blankets half off half on looking like a forest. family and friends calling me on the ipad interrupting my show loud ringing sounds, like a mini-siren They ask the same questions over and over again How are you Leilah? Is your mom awake? Leftovers in the fridge, not as good as the first time I ate them. All the usuals that make it feel like home.