<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Making her way Home</strong><br/><br/>Waking up, it takes a couple minutes for eyes to focus before she peeks at the text and types out a reply:   Sorry Lori.  I should be home around 11. I’m on foot at the moment, but don’t worry everything is okay. I’ll tell you about it later.<br/><br/>After pressing send, she peeks at Mariam’s naked body and smiles remembering their wonderful night.  Finding a piece of paper and pen, she writes her phone number down and places it on the night stand for her.  Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she finds her clothes and dresses, before leaning down and kissing Mariam’s neck and whispering in her ear “I got to go sweet, text me later” then makes her way out of the apartment into the bright sunlight.  “I need my sunglasses” she says to herself.<br/><br/>As she walks to busy street in search of a cab she relives the past night. The shoot-out with Tom catching a bullet and losing a lot of blood, the excitement of the chase. The night club.  “Life is good” she thinks, or at least better than being locked up.  First the metro station for her bag and gear, then home for a nice long shower, nap and something to eat.  “I need a car” she thinks, “what good is a driver without a car”.  She wasn’t mad about having to ditch the eclipse, it was stolen and a liability with the cops looking for it. She was more disappointed that she didn’t have two cars, but she knew deep down that if things went according to plan, she would have a fleet of cars at her disposal.<br/>