Jason Blackwell

I smile in triumph as I finally make it into the house. It's dark and quiet and I focus hard on not stumbling. The light over the stove gives a soft glow from the kitchen and it's enough light for me to see the hallway to our bedroom. I smile wider, the thought of you in our bed waiting for me fuels my drunken determination and I stagger and fumble my way down the hall, bouncing off the walls a couple times, but otherwise good. I try to gain some composure, then open the door. "Hey baby..."