Another day, another drabble.
Home.
They all had one.
Claire misses hers, with fresh flowers sitting on the windowsill and sheets that always smelled clean.
Hurley misses his, with Mom bustling in the kitchen and the pleasant aroma of cookies wafting through the air.
Shannon misses hers, with all her clothes and accessories sitting within easy reach, and her comfortable bed, which she always forgets to make.
But then, they are reminded...
Home isn't home anymore. It is an image, a memory to cherish, love, but not to cling to. You never cling to the past.
The island.
The island is their home now.