It is so cold.
I didn’t want to come home tonight.
I often don’t want to come home, but somehow, tonight, I felt even more desolate than usual about coming home.
I feel as cold inside as it is cold outside. I feel empty, lost somehow.
I’m so tired.
I want to lie in bed and be held and caressed.
And to feel loved. Just to feel loved and cared for.
And not alone in the cold dark.