My eyes closed
A dark brown glaze over them
The smell of hot chocolate wafting up
I blinked.
Shut them again,
My grandparents' house looms up
A 12-year-old me smiling
Relief spreads.
My feet touch something cool
Hands graze over stone walls
A gust of cool breeze
Gently pushes me.
She waves vigorously
"Hey! Finally
You made it.
Come, let's go home."
My life with me
One blink
And I will be safe
Peaceful.
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