Introvert in Need of Her Community

Plans cancelled.
Calendar bare.
Dates scrapped.
Pitch the blanket-fort,
hunker down with a mug
of lavender infused Earl Grey;
stack
the
books
up
to not quite [but almost!] topple height.
Breathe.
Andcatch
thatbreath
andholditandfalterandmissyou.
...
Wait.
What was that?
...
Queen of solitaire.
Vision in a bathrobe and slippers.
Woman who fantasizes in Hermit, fluent in the languages of Do Not Disturb & What Remains Unsaid, content in cool silences that make others shiver to fight off numbness--
Misses. You.