At other times, she had always felt it began with other people surrounding her. She felt a bittersweet seed in her stomach, lonely amoung the crowd. More of a cognition than an emotion, that she existed perpetually alone in herself unable to ever truly be more than just one. It seemed a bit of a celestial ideal, one tiny star in the galaxy beginning. Rarely had Lyn ever felt any other kind of real lonliness, especially not when she was alone.

Tonight, she felt it take her. A bare feeling, somewhat childish, overtook her as she sat numb and unsure on the sofa. Ah, so this is coming. I want there to be someone here. I want to be glancing over with a warm smile, cuddling with my head in someone's lap or on their chest, placing a soft kiss on willing lips...I would go for a belly laugh, a glancing stroke down the arm...I am aching for another She sighed, picked at her fingers, adjusted position. Lyn called for the cats, and was peered at through sleepy half-slitted eyes.

"Et tu, kitt-ehs?" She smirked at her insipid joke.

They yawned and stretched back into sleep. Lyn settled back and stared again at the television's flickering theatre.

Tags: about me, writing
Feeling: lonely