He imagined himself home — not a place, but a feeling. Solid. Brave. Worthy of wonder.
In the dream, a child’s voice echoed: “Youmoves.” He woke at 3:33 AM. The cat was staring at the front door. Not hissing. Just... waiting. youmoves
The note arrived folded into a paper crane. No sender, no stamp. Just one word on the wing: Youmoves. He imagined himself home — not a place, but a feeling