ok with being alone tonight

Dinner earlier on in the evening at a place called PM. Trendy ethnic flavors and a glass of wine, and I feel mellow. Now, it’s 10 o’clock on a Monday night, and I’m getting sleepy. I leave a club, where aging rockers are lost in a Clash tribute reverie, reliving the good old days of real rock‘n roll. It’s a beautiful night, and I'm driving by people still clustered on the patios of bars and restaurants. Members of the lonely hearts club perch on the front porch of a late night coffee shop, doing nothing. I’m going home alone, but I’m ok with being alone tonight.

I walk in the door, the cat shadowing me. She goes to eat, and I sit down at the piano to play. I love these ivory keys and the warm tones they sing. I get up from the piano after a little while and pick up my digital camera. I set it on a ledge here, a table there, letting it take automatic photos. My boyfriend is thousands of miles away, and he wants pictures. Of course, he probably wants something a little naughty, but I’m thoughtful and not feeling sexy tonight. I give the camera one final sleepy smile, then turn it off. I wash my face and crawl between the sheets. I miss him, but, I’m ok with being alone tonight.