------I never felt so alone in my life. I'm laying down on my couch-bed thing. I had gotten rid of my bed in my bedroom two years ago and had replaced it with a leather sofa-bed. The black leather has cracks on it now. I used to have people over a lot so in order to make space in my tiny room, the bed had to go. I haven't had people over since the pandemic and my room feels so lonely. I stare into the white walls, they feel like they're closing in on me.
------I miss you. I imagine you laying next to me. I'm facing up to the ceiling, and your face hovers over me. You stroke your fingers through my hair. You smile and it lights up something inside that I feel like I had lost over time. You kiss my forehead and I close my eyes. When I open them again, I remember its just me imagining and the light inside shuts off again. I exhale and its heavy.
------This is Anikacy, signing out.
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