I must have been daydreaming (in spite of the hour); I wasn’t sure how long I had been at my doorstep, keys in hand. I did remember getting off the bus, or did I just assume that. I leave work, I get on the bus, I get off the bus, I walk home: Right? There was a density to my shift at work, having not slept. I would have to make a pot of coffee. Maybe I walked all the way from work. But, probably not. There weren’t any stars that night: it must have been cloudy.
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