Friday

The curtain falls. Its velvet folds brush my face

So. I'm done. And it's just as simple as that. His thoughts written, my thoughts. A dream. 
I'm not one who is in her normal state.  
End.
The velvet curtain falls. The audience applauds. And then there is nothing more. Just the thought that everyone is alone. Alone in their own little bubble.
love, polly