Tired Eyes

I'm overwhelmed by the hands.

Taken aback by the smells.

Engulfed by the sounds.

Hands  held out to shake.

Smells of a working kitchen.

Sounds; children's voices.

Up the old rickety stair case.

Down a tight narrow hall way.

And into what's now my bedroom.

Calloused hands let go of suitcase.

Tired eyes to a welcoming bed.

Yawn slowly escapes my throat.

Fully clothed above sheets I lay.

Catching my long held breath I sigh.

Rubbing my tired eyes closed I sleep.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

sweet dreams :-)
very nicely written

[icerhex]

Well i can just go home now, why am I even trying. You win at writing. (sarcasm, no way am I stopping writing, but seriously this is so good)