Girl Night

Tonight, I found myself alone in my apartment. The quiet walls threatened to drive me insane and a bitter winter wind barred the door outside. Finally, unwilling to drown myself in yet another empty entertaining movie, I decided to fight the boredom and fatigue with a new weapon…
Poetry.
In a short time I was curled up on the couch under layers of coats and blankets (since we are trying to save money on the heating bill) comforted with the melancholy music by Sigur Ros playing in the background. A single candlestick shoved into a glass bottle stood poised on the coffee table, a small compromise for a fireplace. At last I was able to catch up with some of my most beloved authors.