Faith

I walked up to my house my high heels Clicking in the dark of the end, I'd just finished a nineteen hour shift and I was exhausted, opening the door I hoped that my husband would have waited up for me but as I entered the kitchen I found that he'd eaten and gone to bed already "I guess I still have some left over pasta from lunch" I placed my briefcase on the dinner table and undid my top buttons on my suit as I grabbed the cold food from my bag, sitting down to eat I heard a noise and saw you walking into the kitchen "oh what are you doing up so late?" I suddenly felt embarrassed eating cold pasta in the dark while my husband and daughter slept upstairs, I must have been a pathetic sight