No dark to hide in

It rained last night. No stars. No point going out.

I sat in the kitchen with the lamp on. I made tea and forgot to drink it. Twice.

The flat smells like old rain. The cat is on my lap. She does not care what I have done.

The UV torch sits on the counter. It is not going anywhere. Neither am I, I think.

I thought about the degree I quit. I tell people I am a freelance field agent. It sounds cool. It is just a cover for a girl who ran.

My phone sat all day. No one called. I did not call either.

I wonder if the person I left knows where I am. I wonder if they look. Then I wonder why I still wonder.

Scorpions do not judge. The dark does not ask questions. Days like this make me sit in my own head.

I fed the cat. I fed me. That is the whole day.

I do not feel proud. I do not feel bad. I just feel here. That is all.