Little Secret

I used to wake up late once everyone was gone

But still early enough that the streets were quiet.

I found my coffee already made

Added two scoops of sugar

And set out for the dining room.

The floors creaked as I walked by

The doors resisted being opened

Yet I always managed to let in the breeze.

I stood there

Sometimes I sat

And I watched.

I watched the nothingness

And I watched everything.

It was yellow and green and old and red

It was home and it was foreign

All at once it was the place I longed to be.

But it was my little secret

And it was my everything.