there's no place like it

I got in last night at around midnight. I walked in to find Cardo curled up, asleep, in the oversized chair in the living room, tv on, light on, glasses on, phone by his head. I checked Pic and found her half hanging out of bed, little legs and butt exposed in the light she left on when she was finished playing for the night. I scooped the bottom of her body back into the bed and covered her with her blankets.

Under my pillow, I found a welcome home card from Papyrus (great, great cards). Cardo had missed me while I was gone, had told me the house felt empty without me although I was only gone for three days.

I missed my little family, also, and I’m glad to be home.