I’m wide awake staring at the wooden blade on the fan as it circles around and around emitting a low humming that filled my mind with nonsense.

Here I was, in someone else’s bed, when I’d rather be in yours. The flannel sheets cover my chest to my toes hiding away all of the shame and defeat.

All I was doing was occupying space, gaining comfort in those who willingly gave it, and passed the time away.

Another day was gone, still alone as the first. No sleeping body lay next to me, no sound of anyone wandering the house.

It was just me, alone with my thoughts living in the empty space of my own head.