Getting home

      When Jay drops me off at my house after work is between 9 and 10. It's dark out, normally chilly. I walk on my rickidy front porch, all th rails wobble. I open the door and the blast of the AC hits me, my mom loves it cold. 

      My house smells different depending on whose been there. If all my friends hung out there while I was at work then it smells like Jacks Pizza. If my sisters have been in the kitchen, who knows what it's gonna smell like. 

     I shut the door and kick off my shoes. My cats come running up meowing. My moms tv is on in her room. She's already snoring. I go up to my room and turn on my music and get ready for bed. 

     I go back down stairs and get a snack before bed. I normally find left overs, or just a cookie and milk. The cookies are always chocolate chip, or sugar free. So not very good. 

     I walk back up to my room, running my hand up the cold sodden rail. I go in my room, which is just as cold as the living room. I shut my door, the knob is freezing. I turn on my heater and crawl into my cold sheets. I love sleeping in the cold. My bed Is so soft.