Escaping
Written by Emma Mathes
They let the apartment door slam behind them as they fought the urge to scream. The hour hand had made its way down the clock like a sloth today. And nothing had gone right.
They made their way to the bedroom, flicked on the AC, and grabbed their oldest friend, the stuffy which had made its way from Iowa to the big apple who was put on duty more than a grown adult would like to admit.
They let the artificial breeze tickle their face and hugged Rosco close to their chest. They closed their eyes and they were happy, and they were home.
