Homeward Bound

It was winter. The city was covered with snow. I made my way through waist high snow drifts as my drifted towards the thought of home, a cozy, and the latest book on my Kindle. It had been a rough day in the ER. The snow had come unexpectedly, well at least to the residents, because the weatherman had said there would only be four to five inches of snow and it turned to be 40 inches instead. The emergency that came into the ER had a variety of patients from crushed rib cage to a woman that had literally eviscerated in half by an old boyfriend. I was completely spent. I was irritable and did not want to be around anyone or anything. I just wanted to be home. So, I trudged my way through the snowbound streets of Denver, Colorado. The buses, which I usually took, were running behind. The street were clogged with abandoned cars stuck in snow banks and the snow plows from the city were essentially ineffective. Yet, the city looked strangely beautiful with white snow covering the ground everywhere. It glistened and it was sometimes blinding when the sun reflected off of it. I finally made it to my apartment, 411, on the fourth floor, in the fourth building tucked snugly in the middle of the apartment complex of the Three-Sisters Apartment. I opened the door, my place was dark, a bit dank, and only my cat mewed at me when I entered. I turned on the kitchen light and found the cat food to feed my cat — Daisy. I watched as Daisy gobbled down her food for a few moments and then went to the living room to my indoor electric fireplaces. I turned it on and waited for the heat to radiate throughout my apartment. I took a depth breath of relief as I went to my bedroom and changed out of my hospital scrubs, picked up my Kindle that was on the nightstand and returned to the heat of the living room. I began to read my story by Isaac Asimov — The Foundation and let myself get lost in the pages of inter-galactic fantasy.