Nina
It was a Friday night, and I was bored out of my mind. The kind of boredom where even scrolling through social media felt exhausting. I’d just gotten home from work, kicked off my heels, and tossed my bag on the couch. The apartment was so quiet, that I could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional car passing outside.
For a while, I just sat there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if this was what adult life was supposed to feel like…tired, routine, and uneventful. Then my phone buzzed. A friend had posted a story at some downtown club, lights flashing, people laughing, drinks in hand. Something in me stirred. I hadn’t gone out in weeks, maybe months. Maybe it was time to do something spontaneous.
By the time the clock struck ten, I was standing in front of my c
