An Empty Nest.

When I woke this morning, there was a consuming silence and the remnants of laughter, card games and dinner for three still out on the bar but I was alone. This house is very much the same. The night when I came here to be informed of my duties as a "house-sitter", this house was not quiet. No, instead it sung with life - loud and proud this house was of its occupants. Young, Durable, Naive children laughing, gossiping, singing and dancing around each other - a family in the making. . . but now this is just an empty nest. It has all the function and possibility in the world, but without those children and that man and that woman - this place is a sweltering hole of hell. And let me tell you, hell is beautiful - there is so many things I can see myself doing here and yet I can have none of it, because I am alone.