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Tonight is a rare night. The husband is playing a show with his band. Both teens are staying the night with a mutual friend.
I am home alone, in a quiet house. In a house that is rarely quiet.
Soon this will be no longer be the exception, but the norm. I wonder if, when that time comes, the solitude will feel like the luxury it does now.
(Or if it will start to feel gray, like everything else does with time.)
11:07 p.m. - 2022-09-16