The last few days have been alone.

And alone isn't quite so bad, until it is.
I've been finding it hard to sleep enough as it is, due to the compounded stresses of this semester's end; and the lack of sleep has left me vulnerable to exaggerated fears. And I can hear those fears laughing deep, down in their bellies. It gives me goosebumps.
Last night was especially hard to sleep. I told this to my mom. I felt fear to go up to my bed, where I didn't have the voices of the television. I tried using the radio, but I never wanted to hear the music. I found myself staying awake, waiting for the DJs to come back to talk to me. They did. But it just isn't the same as the television. It just isn't the same as falling asleep to Roseanne and waking up to Dora.