Pamela N. Brown’s Literature

I wish that I would have prepared much better for this. I thought that I had grabbed what I needed for my year in solitary confinement. Boy was I wrong! My books by Poe and King have been read so much that the pages are crumpled. I dream about vampires attacking me and hearts beating from beneath the floor. I have been without sleep for days. I fear that I may not wake up.

The solitude is driving me out of my mind. My heart aches with the thought of all my loved ones that I have left behind. Oh, the bitter loneliness that I feel day in and day out. I thought, finally, the freedom, the peace, the quiet….All were much needed with my hectic lifestyle.

A cockroach crept into my kitchen the other day. I emptied and cleaned a jar to keep him in. He is now my best friend. Like any past friend, his nastiness is known by me, but he is my only companion. His disease ridden body disgusts me, but he is all I have to talk to.

The schoolyard down the street rings with laughter from children. Though the frigid air chills my bones, I still keep the windows open so that I may not feel so alone. I wonder how my children are doing. Are they well? Do they know that I had to do this for the betterment of the family? Do they understand that I love them and did not desert them? Will they still love me when I get home, or will they resent me? Oh, what a mistake this was…..I wonder if my husband is faithful. Has he found that ample breasted red-head that he is always teasing me about……?

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