Scaredy Cat

With Brynn and Madison hauling me off to Chicago as often as they humanly can, I barely have time to throw myself a proper pity party.

Though I suspect they know that. The week goes by faster than I expect it to, thanks to them, and when I finally pry myself away from their apartment on Thursday night, they only let me go before ten pm because I tell them I have to spend half my weekend locked in an abandoned insane asylum two hours away.

Not that it’s a lie, I think to myself as I pull into my driveway and turn off the engine.

Like always, my porch light is on, and I huff out a sigh as I lean back in my seat.