alone

she turned over and sunk her head into her wrinkled white pillow.
"i'm never getting up." she sobbed. nothing mattered now--just that she should be alone in the world, that no one should see her. she knew that wasn't what she wanted. she knew what she really wanted would never be uttered out loud. she was lost emotionally and spiritually.

what she need, what she yearned for, was a simple four-letter word that we all take for granted.

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