I am alone here

I am alone here.

This quiet moment

After a day of work

Laying propped up on my bed

My eyes swimming

Across the pages of a book.

In answer to a pang of hunger,

I walk to the kitchen,

Novel cradled in my hands,

Eyes still moving across the page,

My feet need no assistance.

I pour the cereal,

Hearing the soft tinks of the flakes

And the freeze-dried strawberries.

I stand and eat at the counter

In a softly worn, oversized t-shirt.

Nobody asking anything of me.

No expectaions, no demands,

Except for the evening

Asking me to rest.