I have only a few more hours to myself. I’m staring out the window at tree limbs slightly swaying to the quiet whistle of the wind. The babbling of the fish tank inside the apartment and my breathing is the only constant sound I hear.

I made coffee, smoked a few cigarettes. I made a hearty breakfast out of what was left in the refrigerator all without consulting anyone or considering their tastes or preferences. I’m strangely amused by the sound of my spoon hitting the plate as I eat.

The relative silence of everything is cleansing my brain and I enjoy it like a good soak in the tub. I know that in a few hours the world will begin again, chatting at me, wanting information, trying to enjoy my company. I want this stillness to last. I don’t want this sunlight pouring into my eyes to end. It’s nice to be alone