She walks around an empty apartment. The rain pounding against the window panes, her only company. She will retreat back to her warm bed after a while.

It's lonely here.

Thin legs wrap around a pillow. She wills it to be alive. Outside is getting darker, the light streaming in through the blinds gradually withers towards death.. night is coming. The unnatural glow of the computer screen illuminates her vacant visage as she tries to smile back at the happiness on the screen.

The only light.

As much as she wants to take however a small comfort in the warmth of the blankets, it's oddly warm outside for January. And she's restless. She pads around on socked feet, compelled by a need to get up and just walk every now and again when the itchy restlessness becomes too much.

It's too warm.

Though eventually, the restlessness combines with a hunger and she has to leave. She hopes the trip will provide solace from both the hunger and the restlessness, as they have become quite the nuisance.

A quiet drive in the rain.

She eats the food alone, quietly.. trying to fill the oppressing silence with the voices from the unnatural light. It proves quite unsuccessful.

The food went cold.

That night, she goes to sleep, the mindless droning of the television as her only companion. A book lies forgotten on the window sill, unable to quench her thirst. Again, skinny legs are wrapped around the pillow. Again, she wills it to be alive.. warm and breathing and pressed against her.. legs tangled up with hers.. a living, breathing thing that's happy to see her and hold her close.

It's lonely here.