Once again like a thief in the night solitude invades her privacy. It attacked her like an angry wave on a deserted shore, and she was swept with the currents…
She thought it was over, she tried to pluck herself out of it over and over, but it was obvious to her by now that solitude is an integral part of her being. Yet, this time it was different. The desire to be alone has always been there, yet now it was something more than that, she just didn’t want to deal with people, didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone. People were becoming aliens to her as the only thought on her mind when she was with them became: I want to go home, and think.
Think of what?
The same thought thakept her awake until dawn several nights until she almost forgot how people sleep.
The knot in her stomach. The silence. The numbness.
She prayed with hopes for the best, but she ws ready for anything.