I want to go home and open those brown gates and be greeted by my cats, ring the doorbell like crazy and sit on the white bench while waiting for someone to greet me at the doorstep.
I want to go home and kick off my shoes near the open door and leave them there knowing that i'd be scolded moments later for not putting it inside the shoe rack.
I want to go home and trod the few stairs that we have, go straight to my green room and plop myself unto my violet sheets, crack an Archie comics open while slowly feeling sleep come upon me, draw my heavy curtains so darkness could be cast into my already naturally dim-lit room. As my eyes slowly close, i want to tug my brown, tickly blanket until i cover my face. Hours later, I want to wake up to the familiar smell of snacks my mom would conjure up for me.
I want to go home and go to down to the kitchen after my afternoon nap and wander around the stove, grab a bowl of soup on the side of whatever my mother cooked for me, go back to the clean kitchen and rummage our refrigerator for a sweet treat to go with my snack, trudge my way upstairs to the masters bedroom and flip through the channels knowing that I'd end up watching my routine shows, Ned Declassified, iCarly then Everybody loves Raymond.
I want to go home and feel sick and tired of watching, go outside only to be greeted by Yuki incessantly rubbing his tiny head on my legs while I'm throwing pinches of hardened pan de sal at Juan, eyeing on Batcat's jealous eyes, and irritating Kyo by trying to touch his glorious and speckless mane.
I want to go home and walk in the garden, insulting my mother's row of blooming plants while in reality I've been marveling myself with them, watch them plant more flowering shrubs while eyeing on my evil cats who are simultaneously re- digging whatever they have dug up. I then want to get tired of playing outside and start demanding that I be fed once again.
I want to go home and place myself on my throne in the breakfast nook, ordering everyone around and then start eating without them, change the channel to disney and start laughing my dinner away. I then want to go back to the refrigerator and look for a sweet treat and a tall glass of cold water, drag my thin mattress to the master's carpet and lay in front of the tv. I want to turn on the laptop and chat with my friends while they tv is still on. I want to watch the reruns of Friends and the succeeding shows depending on what day it is until dawn and finally feel like getting some shut eye.
I want to go home and turn off the tv and bask in total darkness, scaring myself of the silhouettes of what I can make out of the trees outside the window, then deduce into overthinking every single thing I have seen or done that day.
I want to go home and wake up at dawn and start walking to the church which is minutes away from our house, say mass, talk to the elderly and then walk home with my earphones plugged and the music on full blast. I then want to pass by all the houses i usually see and greet the people I know like superlolo or that guy who walks his three dogs every morning or Mrs. Camat who brags about her kids every single day.
I want to go home and smell the aroma of freshly baked pan de sal wafting through the doors of our house, take a bunch and eat them on the table of our secret garden. I then want to go back to the house to watch some early morning tv or go back to sleep.
I want to go home and take out the decorations from the storage room, unload them and start hanging them around the house. I want to take out the miniature belen and find ways onto how we could make the illusion of a Star of Bethlehem pointing at the tiny baby Jesus. I want to hang the lace and lights all around the banisters, balusters and the bar.
yeah, i guess i just want to go home and do this all over again.
