Time to Go Home

[tarawilson]

I sit down at the desk and contemplate what I am doing there.

I want to go home.

I get up, go to Decca's desk and inform her that Alan has a very light schedule that day and that I am going home.

I walk outside, catch the bus and go home.

Home.

I want to go home.

Taking off my clothes, I call for delivery of Chinese food and change into a pair of shorts and a bra top.

I want to go home. Really home.

I go on the computer, send an email to Alan. Then I start looking for flights.

Home.