I put the kettle on to boil, took the Lipton Green Tea box from the cupboard and plopped a bag into a mug. Going over next paycheque's shopping list in my head, I thought fresh. Getting fresh = mouthwash, ferbreeze, honeycomb and nutella. I passed the front door in a mad dash to my welcoming computer chair and paused. The front door stood ajar. I backtracked and walked towards my it in a daze. Sitting, waiting and wishing on the chilly masterpiece I call my front steps I stargazed and attempted to control the raging butterflies in my stomach.
It's moments like these that I live for.
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