Homebound VIP Entry

All that street touring had my soles worn, so I caught a smooth ride tucked inside a neighbor's dropped gym bag all the way back up the elevator! Once out on the carpeted hallway floor, I marched straight to our front door. An uncollected metallic takeout box sat propped against the jamb, radiating residual warmth. Prime real estate! I bounded up onto the embossed cardboard lid, planted my sneakers right over the glossy silver seal, and gave both cash fans a crisp, rhythmic clap. The long hallway sconces threw a dramatic shadow right against our door number. The tour is closed, and the boss has officially returned home!@