I left the party early on Saturday night. I said goodbye to everyone, told them I had to get up early in the morning because I had to work. I smiled: keep having fun, I said. I'm sure they did.
I walked home in the cold dry air. I looked up at Mt. Royal and up at the stars.
A little later, after making the sandwiches for my lunch, I was packing my gear bag for the next day. The sentence, I have to work tomorrow, was still echoing around in my head.
I stopped for a moment. I have to work tomorrow, I thought again. And then aloud I said this:
"I get to work tomorrow."
The sun never sets on the Free Refills empire.