Epiphany

The garage door slowly opened as the home came alive. Hall and kitchen lights flipped on, the stove warmed up, and the gas fireplace ignited. Lina wearily dragged herself from her car. The cold concrete on her bare feet jolted her awake. She grabbed her boots and bolted for the warm confines of her home.

Soft plushy carpet welcomed her bare feet. Abandoning her boots at the door she made her way through the house. She tugged at the straps and clasps of her clothing and left it where it fell.

Slipping into a pair of flannel pajamas Lina made her way to the kitchen. Her left over lasagna in the oven was hot. She ate dinner, grabbed her copy of Macbeth, and curled up on the couch in front of the fire. Her eyes scanned the page. She threw the book down in disgust. “I can’t stand Shakespeare!”