Home Safe
Slamming my car door shut with a satisfying thunk, I take a moment to breathe a long, long sigh of relief. I'm home. I'm safe. No car accidents. No near-death experiences. One creepy encounter with a vampire. That's it.
Of course, there's the whole Penelope-might-become-a-vampire revelation, but my mind is shying hard from that thought process. I am not emotionally equipped to handle it right now.
Anyway. It's absurd to feel so relieved over the completion of a simple grocery run. What's next; a medal for successfully riding an elevator upstairs?
My thoughts make me laugh, so at least my humor button still works.
I pop the trunk and survey the bags inside. The thought of making two trips is about as appealing as getting a root canal, so I start grabbing handles left and right. Soon, I'm laden with what feels like half the store's inventory.
I've faced down supernatural threats. I'm pretty sure I can handle a few measly groceries.