A/N: So I came up with my own prompt. I don't really know why I did it, I just miss writing and I need to channel my skills. I've wanted to keep writing, but I never knew what. I just feel the need to be enthusiastic about it again! Since the seasons are changing I came up with a little draft about being homesick for places you've never been. Enjoy!

I pressed my nose into the glass, trying to get a better look at the bright leaves swirling by in the cool autumn breeze. I tilted my head to the sky to see a flock of geese gliding south for the winter. I sighed deeply and gave a small chuckle as it caused the glass to fog up. I heard my mother call to tell me her pumpkin pie was almost done. I smiled and melted back into the cool gray couch that matched the shade of the sky. I craned my neck to watch the birds until they disappeared from sight and I was left staring at a sheet of solid color. That haze of monotony made me feel a pull deep in my chest. It was a longing. A desire to be somewhere else. I found myself homesick for places I had only heard of. 

I imagined myself to be on a rocky cliff that overlooked a still glassy ocean. The rough coastline extended out to my right like a stony hand that had grabbed a lighthouse. Its red and white paint was peeling, and even from almost a mile off I could see the corroded metal underneath. The ghostly pale light shone in a beam that was made almost visible by the haze of mist clouding the air. I took a deep breath to take in the salty scent carried to me by the ocean breeze. The rocks shifted in protest as I turned from the view and made my way back down what I assumed was a path. You could smell a storm in the damp air and the ocean's cold power wouldn't hesitate to take me away. It wasn't just a mass; it was a being, equipped with abundant life and an iron fist. 

The sense of an oncoming storm faded away as I continued down the path. I felt tired, so I propped myself against a large boulder to keep myself out of the wind that was whipping my hair into my face relentlessly. I let my eyes droop shut, but when I opened them again I was in a new location. My homesickness had delivered me into a new fantasy. This place, however, was not a powerful being. It was an open field, covered in dandelions. A pale moon lit the area so I could see the endless expanse of land all around me that was cut off by a frame of trees just before the horizon. The warm drafts of air on my skin were foreign, but all too familiar at the same time. The whole place made you feel like you were meant to be there. 

Fireflies lit the air around me like they were trying to mimic the sky. Constellations of lights formed on the ground. It gave me a feeling of ethereal beauty. Deep in my soul I sensed the moment was timeless. It had happened many times before me and it would happen decades after me. The heavens above me had, and would continue to observe all of the nights just like this. While the night in itself was unique to the individual, the sky above had seen the same night on repeat for the whole of its existence.

Once again I felt a tug in my gut telling me my time in this area was over.  I made my way to the center of the field and laid in the soft grass. The flowers gave me butterfly kisses and the wind whispered small comforts in my ear until I drifted into a peaceful sleep under the careful watch of the stars. My eyes flickered open and- as I expected- a new sight awaited me. This sight was much different from the others, though. Instead of a picture perfect scene of natural beauty, It was a city block. The still night had fallen upon the whole area, but no signs of life could be detected. There was no hint of a dog barking in the distance, and no crickets chirped cheerfully in the grass. Not even cars could be seen in driveways. It was still and quiet, and the carbon copy houses stared at me, or rather, at something behind me, with hollow eyes. The whole street was waiting, and the air was quivering with building anticipation.

I turned slowly around, unsure if I should be afraid of what awaited me. I finished my dragged out rotation only to find a curious sight before me. It was a large building that appeared to be a skyscraper with no end. No features could be seen on this strange structure, almost as if it was made of a dark mist that was as wide and long as a home. The only thing that was truly in focus was a grand set of double doors that shined with polish. I tenderly pulled them open and stepped inside. The feeling deep within my stomach pushed me onward until I was fully over the threshold. 

The doors shut noiselessly behind me as I pushed forward, transfixed by a place I never knew I had longed to be. It was an empty theatre, and the only thing illuminating the whole place was a single spotlight on center stage. I closed my eyes and breathed in the musty smell of history. All around me were beautiful archways and spirals, depictions of famous scenes in theatre were carved into the rich wood balcony, the aisles were paved with red carpets, and the satin lined seats looked like you could melt into them. I walked briskly down the center aisle, eager to get to the real point of interest.

As I reached the rim of the glossy stage, I turned back to take in the whole of the room. It was as big as a football field and packed with silky seats that were all vacant. An enormous crystal chandelier hung high above the center of the auditorium and tied everything together elegantly. I heaved myself ungracefully onto the right side of the stage. I felt a strange comfort in being alone on that open area. What I saw as enchanting, others would have seen as haunting. It was an almost laughable thought. I shook my head playfully at my own ideas as I felt the tug in my gut that was becoming familiar. It's almost like it was pulling me towards the light. I closed my eyes and stepped cautiously into the spotlight. I held up my hands and squinted as my eyes were blinded by the sudden brightness hitting me directly.

When they eventually adjusted, I came to find my scenery had changed a final time. Standing in front of me was the most familiar thing yet. It was a building filled with childhood memories and nostalgic moments that no amount of daydreaming could change. I smelled the pumpkin pie wafting from the entrance and I realized it was my everything. My eyes snapped open to the sound of my mom calling us to the table for pie. I grinned to myself in a satisfied way. The tug in my stomach had vanished and I knew my yearning to leave was gone. After all, the only place you can truly be homesick for is your home.

A/N: This actually was a lot of fun and it was worth taking forever on. I'm genuinely proud of this one. After not writing for months, this is honestly not as bad as I expected!