Travel-Snack

I reached my apartment building.
Cold, mentally and physically exhausted, I used my key to escape the cold. My hand opened the elevator door and closed it behind me. Without looking, my finger pushed the number four, which lit up. I heard the door lock and then started moving upwards. Usually I would  count the seconds between each floor, or tap my fingers on the door, but at that moment, all I could do was stare at the black floor.
The elevator stopped, and I vacated it. Soon after its lights went out and I was left in complete darkness, a few meters from my houses front door. Key in hand, I took six steps and felt for the keyhole. The house remained silent as I crossed the threshold and closed the door behind me.
The lights were off as I entered my room, but I didn't bother switching them on. I stood at the my beds feet when I just let myself fall on it. I stayed there for about an hour, realising I was in some kind of shock, but too tired to move or express any sort of reaction.
And then I noticed my cheeks were wet... I had been crying all along. I think I cried myself to sleep that night.