Walking through a daisy field, the sun shining on my face, the warmth of the flowers overtaking my nose, it felt like _home_.
The song “Home,” by Forrest Frank played in my headphones.
With a pip in my step, I laugh, and Joy bubbles up in my heart.
Someone taps my shoulder, so I turn around. Suddenly, a random love song plays. My eyes widen in shock, and the world is now in slow motion. T...
