My Home...

My Home...
My home is where his heart is. With every pulse... every beat, I hear it calling. It calls to me, with every beat, every pulse. it  calls louder each and every time. When I'm closer it calls even louder. that sound I recognize fills me with memories and feelings that i miss. the feeling of my home being so close by... sets me on my journey... I'll make it there. Because it always calls out to me. That beating sound... that comforting feeling lulls me to sleep. A sleep without fear, knowing that I am safe at home, where no one can hurt me. Safe inside because my home is where his heart is.