Dec 25, 2006 22:31
I pulled up to my apartment and parked on the street. I looked up to my building hoping to see lights coming from the windows, any sign of my roommate. There was only darkness. I stared at the clock on the dash and sang the last few lines of the song that was airing on the radio. "...But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head..." I turned of the engine and sighed. I popped the trunk and locked the doors. Crunching on the ice, I made my way to the rear of my vehicle. I flung my backpack on my back and grabbed my basket of freshly clean laundry. I glanced over at my neighbor's house and noticed that their lights were on. I slammed the trunk shut. As I stomped up the stairs to my door, I wondered if the boys that lived there ever thought about coming over to say, "hi" or maybe have a drink. Shifting the basket onto my hip, I slid my key into the lock. Pausing, I looked over to my neighbor's luminous window and wispered, "Merry Christmas, boys." I opened the door, struggled my basket inside, flipped on the light, and locked the door behind me.