In a room that smells like neglect, and wrapped in a blanket that feels like fuzzy cardboard I am alone.
No weight on my feet that tells me that the kittens are there to sleep for the night.
No even breathing beside me.
Just me, and the dark.
I am alone.
In a way its like being six foot under, cause no one is around, and its so cold.
You're alone when you die, after all.
In a room that smells like neglect, in a cold blanket that feels like fuzzy cardboard.
I am alone.