Running Late

There wasn't enough time. There was never enough time.
He had to go back to the house and he was running late
already as it was. Each time he stopped at a light or stop
sign he could feel his body becoming tense and anxious.
He pulled into his driveway and got into the house as
quickly as he could. It was right there on the nightstand
next to his bed. He grabbed it and let the house door
slam shut behind him as he turned on the ignition and
backed out of the driveway. He felt mildly better once
he was back on the road but knew he would be late.
Everyone would be waiting. He ignored the buzz and
vibrations of his phone and stayed as focused as he
could. He put on some music to try and take his mind
off things but it was no use. He turned it off and let
himself drive in the silence of an open driver's side
window as wind blew past. At last, he arrived. Yes,
everyone was waiting. He straightened his suit up
and ran his hands through his unruly hair. Ben saw
him as he walked through the garden entrance. "Do
you have it?" He pulled it out of his pocket and showed
it to Ben. They walked in together and were ready.