Box

My head is resting against the wall, and I am laying in my enormous bed alone. I am not in the middle but on the right with a huge vacant space to the left. If I were smart, I'd move to the middle-to feel less alone. But I am on the right and the spot usually occupied by Jeff is empty.

The bedroom door is locked and the world surrounds my medium sized bedroom. In a sea of darkness, I am floating in a box. The apartment door is locked-twice. The door to the apartment building is locked. I do not feel locked or protected. I feel vulnerable to the dark outside world.

I do not live alone, but I am alone right now, and have been feeling alone lately.

My eyes are heavy, my throat is numb, and my fingers are restless.

I hear sound in the silence

I am not alone.