Lulu

It's been a long day. Work has been rough, and you're exhausted. People at work have been horrible to deal with, and you're happy to finally get home. You unlock the door to your apartment, and the familiar smells of home wash over you, relaxing you almost instantly. You throw your jacket over the coat rack and toss your keys into a small, cluttered little change dish on a table by the door and walk inside. The familiar sight of the plants hanging from the ceiling in pots, the smell of something Lulu put together in the slow cooker earlier in the day, and the late evening glow filtering through the window make this place truly feel like home. "Welcome hoooooome" you hear, muffled from the bedroom, and you smile to yourself softly. You enter the bedroom, and Lulu is smiling sleepily up at you from a tangled mess of blankets and pillows on the bed. She looks so, so happy to see you. "How was your day?" She says, holding her arms out, beckoning you in for a hug.