What Would I Do?

I sit on my bed tiredly looking outside of my home, watching the bunny hop across my backyard as I hold my purring cat in my lap wondering “What would I do without my home?” I don’t know. What would I do without the warm vivid memory of pretending to fall asleep in the car, so my dad could carry me inside the house and tuck me into my bed with layers of fluffy, cozy blankets, topped with a comforter and a kiss on my forehead? I don’t know. What would I do without my family dinners where my mom and dad work together to cook the best meal I’ve ever tasted, better than a 5-star restaurant, one where I help set the table and my sister gets us glasses of water out of happiness? I don’t know. What would I do without knowing the feeling of watching my cat lay down on my legs rolling around looking absolutely adorable with that safe, relaxing purr that makes me feel warm inside? I don’t know. What would I do without my family movie nights? One where my sister makes it feel a real movie theater because excitedly sells “tickets?” and sets up a snack stand with stuff from the pantry? I don’t know. What really would I do? Then a pause. A moment of silence in my head, a moment of thinking of me without these feelings or memories. Then recognition. No words came out but thought. Most definitely. Nothing.