Tara's home. It's 8 AM and she wants to come in.
"Come on Jeff! Open the door!"
"Not again Tara! That was the last time!"
Every night your neighbor Tara leaves the house to go out and get her drink on and maybe a few dudes, and every morning she shows up home again demanding that her boyfriend buzz her in. She stopped carrying keys because she always loses them.
"Jeff! It's cold!"
"I can't Tara! I owe it to myself to not let you in!"
You threw away your alarm clock a long time ago. A few months after moving into your new place you learned you can always count on Tara's shrill, newly sober voice and Jeff's weak-kneed heartbreak would be there every morning at 8 AM to shake you awake and send you to the shower. Occasionally you push the snooze button and wait for Tara to walk down to the corner deli to buy a loose cigarette, then come back and put the icing on the cake.
"Jeff! I love you! Please don't do this!"
"I swear to God Tara, this is the last time."
Happy Tara's Home Day!