The Empty Room
Finding Comfort In Feeling Empty
It echoes in this empty room, and I wonder if anybody is there. I have a laptop, desk, and chair; but my room still feels bare. I hear the birds tweeting and its music in the air, but those tweets aren't human, and I don't have anything to say. As I sit beside my uncovered window, people stop and stare, but nobody can give me the conversation that I crave.
I look around this empty room and speak to the air.
"Is anybody out there? Does anybody really care?
Then I hear it,
"Woof!"
A dog understands my despair, and I realize that all these sights and sounds of nature, are my comfort in this emptiness. They tell me someone is really there.
About the Creator
Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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