Home sweet home

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A deep sigh escapes his lips as he kicks off his shoes and planted his bare feet on the familiar soft rug digging his toes deeply into the rug as if to absorb the softness and smoothness of the rug, he slumps down on one of his comfy chair loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, he mentally reviews all the activities of the day which involved him rushing out the door, a minor motor clash with another car which led to a head banging argument with no end result except for the fact that he was going to be late to work, at work, he settled down to work on his normal monotonous duty but this time around it was not his normal duty that came around, it was not monotonous but it was not exciting either, in simple terms...he was eagerly waiting for closing time.
At the stroke of 5'0 clock, he jumped from his seat packing his bag and headed straight to his car yearning for home, the drive home was full of further arguments with other drivers, clever maneuvers which turns out not to be very clever after all.
He pulled up at his parking lot, gradually dragged himself from his car, coat in one hand, bag on the other with an outlook of a physically and mentally battered man, all he could think of is "Home, sweet home".

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