((Continued from last home life post written on 4/26/2019))
*It's was 4am when I got back into Shiloh County and it's near 5am now I turn into the parking lot of Mike's Diner. My legs are tired, as is the rest of my body, and the only energy I have left comes from the 3 or 4 Monster Energy drinks I've had while driving. The black tights I wore are now torn in places, my hair is a mess even when tied into a ponytail, and I stopped trying to tuck my shirt back into my skirt hours ago. After the heels broke while dancing my black boots became white sneakers and my bra went missing after having some fun with a staff worker in the janitor's closet in between bands. What a fun night.*
'Once upon a time I could take anything. Anything.'
*Singing a line from a song I back into a parking spot wanting the concert to have continued. Shutting off the engine I think about pulling out the bass that's in my trunk but I'm tired. Grabbing my purse and exiting my Subaru I feel there's only enough energy left for me to get something to eat before going home. Shutting the door behind me I hit the locking mechanism on my key chain and make my way to diner's door with a hum. Reaching the entrance I open up the door and head inside to see an almost empty place.*
'Morning. Sit anywhere you like.'
*As the door closes behind me I hear one of the waitress's say that to me to which I give a nod and mumble out a tired morning greeting back. Listlessly I move to one of the booths in the back. Setting my purse down on the table I slide into the booth's seats with a bit of a yawn escaping from my lips. With the place being quiet this early in the morning I can't help but lean back and rest my eyes while waiting to be served.*