Alone

Everybody is gone
exept
for me
and my thoughts.
I lock the door
with a smirk
creasing my face.
I walk into the kitchen.
The feeling
of cold tile
creeps up my leg.
I look out the small
window
beside
the tempting fridge.
The crisp
wind
pounds on the door
as if a
unseen person
breaking in.
My dog
sits on my cramping feet
slowly colapsing onto her back.
The dryer starts shaking
loke it always does
but this time it sent me
running to the phone
and halfway
dialing my dads
number.
The front door creeps open.
My heart rises.
There home.