The Space Between

I watch the cold water run on the finger I spilled hot tea on. As my finger went from pink to red within a matter of seconds I had wished someone there to get mad at me for being a Klutz as they held my hand under the water and kissed it better. I find myself doing exactly that for myself when the thought crosses my mind. Living on my own has its moments where a little company would be nice, though I have grown to appreciate the comforting sounds and visions only my home can provide. My little room with a window for a wall faces the sunset and with only blinds to stop the light the colors of the dying sun seeps freely throughout my space. A little family of four, a single mother with two daughters and a baby laugh and cry below me before the pale moon light replaces the stripes of oranges and pinks surrounding us. How blissful. Nonetheless the moon's bleached light takes its effect on a Sunday night. The single mother puts the kids to bed only for her to lay in hers thinking about the week to come. Wake up, get dressed, Drop kids off, work, pick up kids, repeat. Wake up, go to class, work, workout, homework, repeat. Two separate lives with common thoughts and worries. Both laying beside an empty cold space with the only person they can rely on. Themselves.