Purgatory

As I sit here in my hotel room, eating my chicken salad sandwich and chips...I think that I would be content to stay here forever and never return home. It's not that the hotel is over the top fabulous or that the place I am in is to die for. It's just that I don't want to face what is waiting for me when I get home. A bunch of nothingness. Loneliness. But not because I am alone. It would be better for me to be alone but I am too cowardly to change things. For now.