Alone – what a melancholic word.
You want soiree, klatsch for your kaffee – the more the merrier.
You dress your part, the shinier the better; you spritz your choice scent, smear the red lipstick, let your tresses loose or up in a do. It’s a promising evening, but mascara should be waterproof. You never know.
Last few glances in the mirror. Approved and you are out the door.
Toasts and giggles. Let’s small talk. Let’s make nice.
Feet hurting from heels, head buzzing from drinks. Why don’t I sit down and rest for a minute in that corner sofa?
Close my eyes.
Alone – what a comforting word.