Spending time alone. I've become so solitary.
Sleeping a lot. But it feels good.
I feel like I need this sleep.
The dungeon is all white, exposed pipes and raw bricks peek out of crumbling plaster. low ceilings and yellow light. Next door, Cindy Lauper belts through the walls or the TV rumbles loudly. A high pitched laugh. The invisible roommate.
I know it's beautiful and sunny outside, but I'm addicted to this warm cacoon, sheltered and safe. It's just for now. In a few days I'll be gone, but in a few months I could be back. I can't stay in this shelter in the future. I have to get out, live!!! life flies.
