Introvert in Need of Her Community

Plans cancelled.

Calendar bare.

Dates scrapped.

Pitch the blanket-fort,

hunker down with a mug

of lavender infused Earl Grey;

stack

the

books

up

to not quite [but almost!] topple height.

Breathe.

Andcatch

thatbreath

andholditandfalterandmissyou.

...

Wait.

What was that?

...

Queen of solitaire.

Vision in a bathrobe and slippers.

Woman who fantasizes in Hermit, fluent in the languages of Do Not Disturb & What Remains Unsaid, content in cool silences that make others shiver to fight off numbness--

Misses. You.