The Flicker of Tomorrow

Saturday night brought with it a fire that burned warmly; casting a soft glow across the carpet. The soft aroma of coffee was wafting in from the kitchen just beyond the couch where I lay. The TV volume turned low while it's glow competed against the light from the lap top. I snuggled down into the couch. I was alone. The house was quiet. Each child gone for the weekend. The phone would remain silent as it always did. There would be no calls. There never were. Tonight would be no different. I wonder if this is how my future feels.