Talking to Myself

It is very, very lonely in a one bedroom apartment with a toddler and no other adult.  You prepare meals, eat them together at the table alone, clean them up.  You play, and bathe, and read.

And then once she's asleep, you sit in your room and wonder what to do with yourself.  It's quiet.  It's dark outside.

If I speak out loud as if I'm speaking to you, there is no comfort at all.  You see, it is the person's presence that allows your voice to sound a certain way- as if you're really talking to someone- not just yourself.