Rain slaps the brick outside my window. A half eaten cookie sits on a tissue box that rests on the bed. Clothes hang quietly in the closet unsure of when they’ll get to show themselves to the world again. Netflix is poised.
A painting of a roaring ocean hangs on the wall and I roar for something better. The ocean twists and turns in longing and frustration and so do I.
One day I can walk in the rain with someone, but today I took a walk by myself. One day I can share a cookie with someone, but today I had two by myself. One day I can paint the town, with a friend, in my favorite shirt that waits patiently for me, but for now it sits in the closet. However, Netflix will be my friend till the end no matter the circumstance.
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