That Day

That day, when everything they knew was stolen from them. That day, when the familiar comforters were no longer comforts. That day, when everything changed.

That day, when they moved their life into a box. That day, when they were greeted with arms of friends and family. That day, when rough cardboard and soft blankets and hard wood moved them.

That day, when she laid on soft leather and dreamt her fears away. That day, when soft white fur and soft sesame fur slept at her feet, in more innocence than she could conquer in her own being. That day, when he came home and held her close.

That day, when they moved, on.