this morning #47.

this morning, she stepped out onto the barely-lit streets of her mostly-empty city, her shift over & her day far from it. the soles of her crocs had worn thin over the past few months from hurrying around the corridors of the hospital. by the grace of god, her patience had avoided the same fate but the tension was rising with each passing day. if she could just make it to the end of the summer, she would have a chance to take a breather. it was just a matter of brushing it off for now, keeping her cool while bodies deteriorated all around her. by the time she stepped out of the train stop near her home, the last thing that she wanted to think about was work. the first thing she thought about was the softness of bed sheets.