Sunday fell upon me before I knew it, and I found myself at home, cleaning an already spotless home. I’d lost most of Saturday to a glorious, deep sleep, waking up just after noon.
Now, I was dancing around to the radio in my tank top and some lounge pants, my hair up in a messy bun. It was unusual for me to leave the house on Sundays, but when I did, I was often dressed in something similar. After all, I needed to feel comfortable after being in a suit all week.
The sun was shining, and I contemplated taking a walk, maybe down to the circle, as it was a warm day. Perhaps I’d stop at the coffee shop or head over to the mall for a movie. Then again, I could always find something on the movie channels, maybe make some popcorn.
A loud, incessant fist pounding on my front door startled me,
