Lonely

Sitting in this room alone, it feels like the world is asleep while I'm awake. The sun pours its brilliant rays into the room still, I feel alone. I see that it is day but it feels like light. Everybody outside my window is talking to somebody, while I sit here talking to myself. A mouse scurries across the floorboard,

"Hello little mouse,'" I say.

It sits with me and squeaks. It knows I'm lonely.

I pour myself some water and give the mouse some cheese.

It's only a mouse, but at least it's good company in this lonely hour.