Friday Night

I said I didn't want to go out.

I wanted to rest at home.

It's quiet here.

I'm alone.

My kids are in bed.

The house is a mess.

I can't bring myself to clean it.

I can't bring myself to watch tv.

My stomach hurts.

I over ate.

Music is annoying.

My friends are all with their husbands.

The boy I like is working.

I'm done dating other boys at the moment.

Why get all dressed up and geared up to go out with mediocrity once again?

The fridge is really loud when there's no other noise.

It's dark out.

I wonder what other widows are doing tonight?

Maybe I'll try to read.

Maybe I'll write in my journal.

Maybe I'll just sit here.

I don't have the energy to do anything.

I miss Jim.