With The Flow

Bed

The blazing heat comes to a stop as the Cali sun stays at a beautiful, gradual pace along the horizon. The view of the sunset can be seen quite perfectly from the front window of  my Uber, Gretchen's 2011 Mercedes.

The high pitched blares from the car's horns from the unmistakable LA traffic is the only thing keeping me awake. The two venti vanilla iced coffees with milk and soy, couldn't even keep me from not drearily shutting my eyes from time to time. My phone buzzes a couple of times throughout the ride but I figure it's just emails and messages, so I leave it and stare out the window.

"Thank you. Have a good one." I grab for my purse as the car stops and hand Gretchen the crumpled ten I had been fiddling with all through the ride. I get out of the car sluggishly and head for my apartment.

My phone goes off one more time in my hand, I flip it over just to glance at the time, 7:37. The messages go on for what seems like eternity, I flip it back over and pretend like I didn't notice them.

I walk into the lobby and jangle with a few of my keys before finding the correct one that I bitterly slap onto the electronic podium guarding the doors. The doors open, the people watching me sharply return back to what they were doing, and I amble in.

The elevator brings me to my floor, I walk out with only one objective in mind, my bed. I adjust my purse around my arm for the last time of the night as I finally open the door and throw it onto the sad, small kitchen table. I take off my heels and my shirt to just reveal my very basic CK bra and my black leggings.

I shut the blinds to the living room and kitchen and trudge down the long hallway for my bedroom. I walk in to the treat of clothes thrown all over the floor and rappers from previous cheese sticks thrown onto the night side table.

"I'm disgusting" I say out loud. I grab all my blankets and rap my self like a little burrito and flop onto my bed. 

I become so comfortable and happy that it almost makes me forget all my worries and stress. I smile as I realize how happy the blankets and comforting white noise of people talking and my fan creaking quietly are making me feel.

I'm basically already dreaming up myself somewhere tropical when I realize the worst thing imaginable. I still have my makeup on. I groan in frustration and stomp back out of bed.