I held a stick of charcoal and had thick socks on. The dogs were very possibly pawing at the door, waking me up for their breakfast or for company. I held a stick of charcoal and had my thick socks on, drawing as I do - expressing as I can: my inside thoughts and I am moored. I’m docked. I’ve made my bed: and I’m sleeping in it.

not alone. not lost.
not nice. not kind. and unloved,
the way I needed to.