I've tucked myself into the cool dark blanket of night.
Wrapped in a heady combination of two day old Pinot Grigio and solitude.
It feels ok.
This silence that stretches within me.
Outstretched fingers just grazing the low onset of stars.
I think, I'm ok.
Maybe that's all I can hope for right now.
Maybe that's all that anyone can have.
This moment of ok.
"I'm not lonely" my voice a whisper across the cover of the book cradled in my arms. "I have you don't I?"
It answers with a hush of pages it's tone full of affection.
I am ok.