My Time

Just a quick stop at the store and she was driving home with a big smile on her face. The radio was blasting and she ignored the stares as she sang her lungs out while she zoomed down the street. Down the familiar road, past the old, rusted mailbox, and between the two little bushes.  She flung her hair into a quick pony tail and rushed inside, carrying her small bag of goodies, then kicked her shoes off by the door.  She set her bag down on the table and sorted through it, picking out the popcorn, the chocolates, and the can of Dr. Pepper.  She ripped the popcorn out of its package then shuffled to the living room as it started to pop in the microwave.  She popped her favorite movie into the DVD player then danced to each of the windows, shutting the blinds.  By then, the popcorn was done, she dumped it inot a bowl, grabbed her other treats, and flicked off each light as she made her way to the couch.  The movie was starting.  She cuddled into her fuzzy green blanket, her popcorn balanced on her lap, and smiled as she finally clicked play.