She came through her front door, tossed her handbag down on the sofa, sat down and nestled in.
Tired. Drained. A bit lost. Low. Empty. Needing something. All in.
Needing something, not consciously knowing exactly what. She put her feet up on the coffee table, hearing voices coming from the family room, saying nothing - not hello! I'm home! Or hi everybody! Just a silent sinking down moment, a complete and utter surrender to this late day mood, which she could feel head to toe.
She stayed there, silent, unmoving, not even re-settling herself, just staying exactly where she first plopped down. Jumbled thoughts came, even a few tears, who knows why: a bad day, a hard month, very tired, defeated.
All this took the place of the old "head right for the fridge" dance that had been her life.
After twenty minutes or so, she was ready, and called out to everyone: Hi! I'm home!

