Me and 3 friends

its I’m in my home. The lights are on. I’m laying down on a gold sheeted futon. The walls are beige. The TV is off. There are paintings on the walls. I am not lonely but I am alone.

And it sinks in.

I lay back staring at my white ceiling a chill goes over my body. As the cold creeps over me I feel the warmth retreating and soon there is only cool and calm. At peace, I can only watch. And I do watch. I watch as those beige walls watch, the same as that white ceiling or those golden sheets. I am not lonely but I am alone.