Sneaking out

I felt like a teenager, the walk of shame the day after a party that went overboard.

Sneaking out with shoes under one arm, purse hanging over the other, and one of Bear’s oversized hoodies like a ball squished in there. Tippytoeing out the door, holding my breath while trying to shut the door as quietly as possible and started running away after rounding the corner.

That’s when the adrenalin started to rush through my veins, tickling, sparkling energy making me jog through the streets, giggling to myself. My good, they’re going to be mad when they wake up. Luckily they have each other, so hopefully, they won’t be that mad for too long.

I locked myself into my hotel room; now I’m glad I rented it for so long and paid upfront like I used to. A hot shower, a fresh set of clothes, my mac, and my own bed!

After a long warm shower, changing clothes, ordering up, and devouring a double breakfast, I sat down with Bear´s hoodie on, enjoying my steaming hot coffee. The giggle and adrenalin had