Home Alone

I've been home alone the last couple of days. It's strange. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't . Being home alone, is more alone, then home. Because a home is a home when there are familiar faces around.

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It's such a big house with no one to share it with. Just my feet padding down the corridor at an ungodly hour of the morning. I needed a drink of water.

But after work today. 6 hours cutting carnations. I put the leftover flowers in a vase on the dining room table and a vase in my bedroom. Then I brought the washing in from on the line and folded it. 2 t-shirts, 2 kickers, 3 shorts, 1 bra, 2 pairs of socks. Tonight I think I'll have takeaways.

On the bench is my drink bottle and a recipe book. And 3 bananas in the fruit bowl. I'm inside, but I want to go outside. The clouds are racing overhead. It's windy.

This morning I set my alarm for 6am, then 6:01am, then 6:02am. Because no one is home to wake me up if I sleep through my alarm. I need to be at work by 7am.

When I'm home alone, I can hear my thoughts louder. So I write more and my thoughts are now on this page. It's such a big house with no one home to share it with.

But they'll all be home tomorrow xx