I lay in bed and gaze at the cloudy sky through the bedroom windows wondering how long will I be a sullen loner sailing in these waves of sadness. Will things ever be the same again? I long for the ocean and how the splashing waves tickle my ears every time it crashes onto the shore. I long for the blinding sunlight and the warmth it emits when it beams on my skin. I long for the bustling city and the jam-packed crowd. But more than that, I long for my friends — how we cackle with laughter at things we find amusing and silly; how we always reek of alcohol because we drink way too much; how we lend our ears when someone is spilling a tea; and how we console each other when the going gets tough. But for now, sheets are a mess. I have not seen you all in a while. I have not been alive in a while. When all of these are over, let's go for a quick getaway to make up for the times we missed. Perhaps a campfire where we'll sit by the shore, pitch a tent, and roast some marshmallows, or we can go to the beach, have a picnic under the scorching sun, and swim in the cold water. Anywhere is fine, anything is fine. I really can't wait to see you all again.