she was aware of the words across her chest as she slid the key into the lock of her front door. easy like Sunday morning. wearing a silly smile and the t-shirt her boyfriend bought her as a welcome home gift from the last time she flew away to where she used to live. when she was married. when she was living a different life. to gather the last of the forgotten items. to say some last unnecessary goodbyes. when she spun around to find her landlord and was introduced to the new potential neighbor. too aware of the fact that she must smell like sloe gin and sex. that she wasn't wearing a bra.