It's been a few days since I came back from 4 months long
trip to grandpa's farms. Having a break was all that was there
in my mind when I left this place, this very place that I call
home, my home.
I can't call it home anymore, I don't feel safe here. Something
here doesn't feel right, something behind that sofa.
The green sofa with yellow pillows. How many weird,
surprised and mocking looks it has faced, I can't count. But
this is not it.
I never told anyone where I got this from but now I realise
the biggest mistake of my life. Now it's haunting me.
I can't see what is but I can definitely feel it, around me,
surrounding me, engulfing me.
That sofa was my only companion in sad-rainy nights, can't
count the number of comedy, romance, drama and horror
shows I've seen sitting right there but now I can't even pass
by it.