April’s bed and breakfast

She walks the wooden floors with bare feet;
Something she’d never do before.
It’s quiet; so quiet.
Making her coffee, she hears a noise and turns to say,
“ Good morning honey.”.
Habit.
The dog looks up, and then recoils to his warm spot near the stove.
April never realized how lonely, lonely could be.
At her age, she could use more laughs than cries;  and now’s a good time…
She thinks out loud,
“ there just isn’t anything funny about this .”