{Crash}

When he arrives, he sleeps, the sleep of the exhausted, as if returning from a long trip.

When he's here, he lays on the couch and snuggles with the dogs.

When he's here, he is himself.

When he's here, he laughs.

When he's here, he relaxes.

When he's here, he plays.

When he's here, there's no tension.

When he's here, there's no fear.

When he's here, he is loved unconditionally.

When he's here, he's home.

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