Worst Part of the Day

This is the worst part of the day. The final walk up the stairs for the night, leaving the quiet dark of the main floor, making sure all the doors are locked. Getting ready for bed, and turning off the light. Sliding into my big, empty bed. All alone. My brain a whirring, a million thoughts flowing through my head. The most prominent being lonliness.
It is nice that this place is becoming home. And the days are fine. It’s the nights. That’s when the lonliness hits me.


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