Weekend in the Life

You are walking home from work on a Friday afternoon. You are not particularly fond of the office you work at. The sun fails to shine through the small windows and the overhead lights tend to give you a migraine as the day drags on.

The street you are walking on is familiar. You have lived on this block for the past ten years and can’t imagine living anywhere else. The melting snow is welcoming at this point.

As you head inside your apartment complex, you make your way into the elevator. Reaching the third floor, you walk the long corridor until you are finally met with your door.

You enter.