Friday night at home

Sometimes it's so nice to just stay home. It's 9:18pm, Friday night. My roommate Kit is sitting on the couch with her laptop. I'm sitting in my black armchair with my laptop. The fresh air feels and smells so nice. A far-off siren can be heard, as well as the faint sound of honking traffic. But those sounds are so faint. Mostly, it's just a quiet, wet evening. The rain stopped an hour or so ago. The TV is off. It's nice and quiet. And I feel good.