Bed, that's all I fucking wanted. The second I clocked out I dragged my aching body to the car and rested my head against the steering wheel. I have to drive home, that's the only way I'll make it to bed. I picked up my phone to see the message I missed during my shift. Family making plans back home, a high-dea from a friend in Detroit, and an I love you from the boyfriend. I responded to my boyfriend to let him know I was on my way home before switching gears and having myself out of the parking lot. 15 minutes of frantically looking for cops and going to fast I made it to my exit and stoplight. I picked up my phone again to another text from my boyfriend. He was already getting into bed 50/50 chance he'd be asleep by the time I'd get home. I told him I'd meet him there and my light turned green.
Thankful for my less than 5 minute drive to my parking lot i turned off the engine. With a sigh i grabbed my purse and headed into my apartment building. Bed. Up three flights of stair, my knees creaking on every step. I just want bed. I made it to my door. I unlocked the deadbolt with ease. As always I struggled with the door handle. The fourth time I rammed the door with my shoulder I got it open. The cats greeted me as usual and i pushed them into the dark entryway. I put down my keys & purse and got ready for bed. I brushed me teeth and took my dress off.
