When I heard the footsteps move from the front door to the staircase up to my apartment, my heart started pounding. I lept up from my desk chair, grapped the closest weapon I could find (it happened to be a half-full coffee mug – not gonna save me) and tried to look tough so that whoever was coming, uninvited, to my apartment/office would know who they were messing with.
The door opened and it was Diene! A rare visit home on the lunch break. What a great break in my work day – even if it only allowed for a few minutes of conversation, it was wonderful. I am grateful for him forgetting whatever it was that he came home to get.