Somedays I wake alone in bed. The quiet morning swallows me whole and everything is at a standstill but the rain sliding down the window pane. The air cold, the blankets colder, my fingertips cold. I did not dream, I only woke to the empty room inside my head. The clock stares back at me. 8:46am. The breathes I take feel heavy on my chest like a weight my spirits cannot lift. The minutes linger on. Time has no place in loneliness. Like a fog in a misty dawn, loneliness covers everything. I cannot see past through it, and no one can see inside to me.
Miss. Lizzza