Alone and lonely

So I lie here in the dark, alone. This bed should be a playground. I'm idle, I need to play. I try chess, I'm the queen. The pawns are too slow, the bishops too holy. I need a king to protect.

I think of scrabble. A successful scrabble game in the dark can only be about building and demolishing my own projects in space, even before they fruit. It is fun to some degree, and very exhausting.

I don't mind being alone, but, I sure hate being lonely.
The cure, my beau. Please hurry up.