My Sanctuary

I do not like being around people. It hurts to have conversations with anybody. It is tedious and annoying. Nobody is fooled by my mask. They know I do not want to see them, to talk to them. They know I care not a damn thing about them. They hate me for it. I see nothing wrong on my account. I did not avoid them to hurt them, I did it to save myself.

I hide.

My bedroom.

My sanctuary.

I like it most when it is dark. The dark looks cold but it is not. It is warm. Warm and protective. Shields me from prying eyes. Lets me put my guard down. In my sanctuary I have my mind, body, and soul wrapped up and warm.

Thinking, replaying, worry.

All is mine here. I am safe here. My only dread is the incoming time of departure from my room. To show my face to the hungry selfish humans that reside around me. To be berated with the usual "It lives!" Or "OMG, looks who's out of his room!"

God I hate them.