Wet paper bag

Sometimes when at work, no matter how much you need the money, no matter what kind of night it is....your fighting for your way home. Maybe it's just me...but home in that someone's arms, or even in your pjs alone with a glass of wine is a deep breath. Some may not feel this way. Some fall asleep without thought. It takes time for us night owls to just stop.
There are those nights, where table after table after table just drag you down, not only weakening your pocket but changing your views on integrity and respect of people. Yet home, where trust, honesty, old fashioned values still hold true is completely where your heart is.
So there you count down the hours, start hoping you don't get anymore tables and you finally get home, always too late no matter how hard you try.
You count, and sigh, look either to your left and or right and realize you still could have done better.
Yes you are home.....now what. . .
Set the alarm live a better tomorrow.