memories

If memories are stored in the location they took place then why when I have made hundreds of memories in my room does the only one that comes to mind is the night you so innocently held me as we slept. The feeling of your arms wrapped around me, your skin stretched on mine, floods my consciousness. You made me a home in my own room. A room crowded with memories but only one that my heart as picked to overcast the rest and a placement in your arms as a new location to come home to.