I woke up this morning to the sound of dog nails on the floor above me…And the muffled sounds of someone preparing for the day. It sounded familiar and like when dh would wake up in the mornings before me and take the dogs out and start his day making his tea, while I was still cozing in bed.
So, when I was slowly waking up this morning…I thought I was home.
I am not home. It was not my bed or my house or my dogs or my person getting a start on the day.
The disappointment is palpable.