Blessedly, wonderfully alone

Last night, I felt... alone- Blessedly, wonderfully alone. It felt like purest balm rubbed over my body, massaged into my skin. Alone. Alone. Alone.

I think it is more that I need a certain amount of privacy each day- A few minutes completely alone- in the same way I need food or sleep. Just as everyone's need for food and sleep varies, so, apparently, does everyone's need for privacy.

I have noticed that some people seem never to have an instant to themselves, and their humor is none the worse for it. I envy those people. But I am not one of them.