Alone

Taking a long deep breath in through my nose, I let it slowly slip out through my lips. I gently close the door behind me and turn the dead bolt.

A quick scan of my apartment reminds me of chores left undone from the night before. They may or may not get done this evening.

I shed the tools that have helped me make it through the day; my purse, lunch box, water bottle, extra sweater, coat, hat, gloves, boots, and scarf, and put them away. As I remove my jewelry and let down my hair, I flip on the local smooth jazz station.

I set about the task of creating something to eat for dinner, which I love doing when I have the time, and I mull over the days triumphs and disappointments. The thoughts run through my head, and they slowly turn towards my dinner preparation.

Before too long, the day is gone, and the evening is all mine, because I am home alone.