solitude

I used to fear being sole, but now I revel in having a space/time all my own. I take my breakfast back to bed, a book my comfortable companion – I leave my dishes on the dresser if I like.

Using up all the hot water is joyous… eating the last cookie…

Solitude is separated from loneliness by the way you feel, not the company you keep.

~ by Surreal on May 23, 2007.