Thoughts
I'm cold.
And alone. The snow falls lazily outside. Snow hasn't been forecast since a week ago, but it comes anyways.
My mind taunts me with threats of something better.
I went to the store this morning and got food for the week.
I'm hungry.
The chill air keeps me on edge. Relaxation is a memory.
I still have to unpack, and to put in a load of laundry. I have the strength to do it, but I haven't yet.
I don't trust myself. I feel dirty.
The showerhead here is quite erratic. I would like to make a trip to the store to replace it, but someone took my car.
I can't leave.
I am, at least, awake.