There’s something different about sleeping alone when you’re truly alone. When there’s no one else in the house to ease your mind and the noises you hear are solely made by you. It’s almost eerie to know the only presence you feel is whatever consciousness is in your head. That’s when you begin to want. To want to feel the warmth of another human beside you, their steady breathing a soft background noise. To want the touch of their strong arms against your waist, more comforting and reassuring than any blanket that rests against you. The only time you want someone else is when you’re utterly alone and you wonder why you’re utterly alone in the first place. Do you even want to be? Beneath the walls you’ve built do you want this solitude?