Solitude

I felt an unusual weight on my body, like the world was placed on my head. I struggled to free myself from the sleep that weighed heavy on my eyes. I lay still for a brief moment; my eyes widely opened, yet strength failed me to stand up. Gradually, my head became lighter, yet I found it hard to get up from my bed. "Gosh!" I cursed, lifting my head to realize that I was still dressed in the gown I had worn for an evening walk some hours ago. I slipped out of bed, finding balance in my feet. I walked up to the table in my room and sat on the lone chair with my hands on my chin. It was past midnight, and the illuminations of the full moon generously complemented the candle lights in the room.

Max, my loyal dog and friend, walked up to me from the corner where he was and laid close to me. My head gradually cleared of the hazy dreams that haunted me. The alcohol I gulped down my throat gradually cleared, and I resumed the solitude of my thoughts, a habit I fondly practiced, sitting and waiting for nothing in particular. Life had been harsh on me; my loved ones whisked away from my life before I could make a snap. Loneliness had become my gradual companion, except for Max, who stayed with me, probably pitying his master.

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"One day, Max, we'll transit into oblivion, perhaps graced to become one of the stars far up there." I muttered out loud as I stared into the empty sky outside. Max growled as though he understood my plight.

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I see a lady sitting at her table in a poorly arranged room. It's past midnight, and a lot seems to be going through her mind, perhaps troubling her.

I feel some moments are needed to reminisce and spend a moment to think. Perhaps comfort can be found in solitude.