but then again, some days i just want to be alone: sneak away when everyone’s sleeping and hole myself up somewhere remote (he talks about alaska, a lot). ditch the wristwatch, the cellphone, the handspring. turn off the TV, the computer, the stereo. let the letters, the messages, the email pile up so high i can’t see the door. and when you knocked, i wouldn’t let you in.
i’d just stay as still as possible until i heard your footsteps fade away.