Alone At Last

Alone at last. Now I can dance and sing. Get the old juke box out. Take those art lessons Alone at last. Meow. Meow. Never alone, she reminds me. Pat. Pat. Pat. She pats me down and curls up. Alone at last. I thought they would never leave. I take out a blank notebook and begin. Automatic writing my muse whispers. I begin to write, not caring what happens. The house is quiet, and silence makes me happy. Four hours later I realize it is time for supper. Get myself a glass of wine, and no one stops me. Alone at last!