Sun and Solitude

I stare up at the ceiling. I don’t cry anymore. Because I don’t feel you. I feel good. The sun is golden and shining through a crack in my window. And this is beautiful. I wish I had someone else to admire it with but it’s ok, it’s just as good in my head. Summer is coming and that finally makes me happy. I’m in the warmth of the bedsheets, they’re like clouds they’re so squishy. I can hear people talking downstairs and my heart is full.