It was the weekend at last.
Her nine-to-five had taken her through the ringer and back, only to meet further agitation from her family and friends. But this was her weekend. There would be no happy hour, no brunches, no spontaneous trips out to the local spots. She had one plan or this weekend and she was determined to see it through.
She crossed the threshold into her living room and kicked off her pointed toed shoes, immediately feeling relaxed and unbound.
The phone was silenced and placed on the coffee table screen down. There would be no tweets, buzzing, blinking or ringing to disturb her tonight.
With ginger beer in hand, she collapsed onto the couch and released a tremendous sigh. “This is where I will make camp,” she declared to her cat, curled on the pillow beside her. The lovely calico took little care. Her mama was there beside her, which meant that pets were soon to come.
Pulling up YouTube on her smart tv, she indulged in videos of piglets, sloths and petting zoo fails. She knew that this was a complete waste of time. She knew that she could be laughing at happy hour with her friends, or out at a movie, writing one of her books, working on projects around her pad, or she could be out trying to save the world, but tonight was hers.
With the couch as her throne and her loyal cat-subject deep in a nap beside her, in this moment, she felt utterly and peace.
Your humble author,
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