Itchy

            My sweater was itchy, and I could not wait to get it off, but when I entered the house that day all of the lights were off. "Honey?" I asked into the black, but I received no response. I closed the door behind me and spent a moment in dark before I flipped on the light switch to a room half-empty.

            I turned the light back off, and stood for a while, itchy, in the darkness.

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