Home alone

It's not another attempt at a sequel to a comedy.

I'm used to returning home to someone in the house, usually my mom, because as a housewife she's almost always in the house.

Since I started reaching home late (by late I mean past midnight) early this year due to my school work, everyone at home would be fast asleep. It's almost like going home to an empty house, but not quite. I have to take care not to make any disturbances in case I wake anyone up.

Very recently, I'm returning to a home that devoid of people.

It's not like I'm not used to being alone. When you go home to find that no one is around, it makes you wonder where everyone else is. It's hard to describe, but something feels different.

Oh well, at least I still have Furball.