Snippet #1979432

Felope looked at the sky and rose, turned around, gathered her stuff and went a bit away from the Subway, finding a small place, she could shelter in it for now. She opened the door, went in, closed it behind her and looked around at the damp, cold, wet, old and almost unpleasant place. She placed her bag on an old shelf and ran her finger through the dust on the old couch. She sighed and sat down on it, looking around, remembering bits and peaces of her past, feeling like a small child again.

This was her old parents home, before they moved to a bigger, new home when she was three, leaving this house behind. She could remember her first steps in this house, how she had tried to walk to the couch whilst her parents were forcing her to go to the couch and sit down on it. She could remember it closely, like it had been yesterday, it was all clear in er head. She missed her family and hoped they were alright.

She picked up her bag and opened it, getting out a small picture of her parents and her brother, standing next to each other, smiling. She smiled faintly before setting the picture down on the small, wooden table. She than took out what seemed like a old piece of fabric, in fact, it as her old stuffed animal. She had found the old thing when she was around seven years old and found comfort in it ever since. She hugged it and smelled it, it needed to be cleaned but she would worry about that later.

After that, she laid down on the couch and grabbed the small blanket that laid on the floor, pulling it over her as she holded the stuffed animalclose to her. She closed her eyes and thought back to her life when she was a child, she thought of her family and her past, smiling faintly, and sometimes feeling like she was about to cry.