sitting all awkward, but we're calm as can be
it's like after all this time, it's still you and me
your eyes are avoiding, my eyes hold strong
nothing happened, but I still think we're wrong
the silence is griping, but releases its hold
there's nothing to protect my warmth from the cold
so this path i have chosen, I'll walk alone
i hope in my travels, I'll find a home

She saw a movie by herself for the first time on a cloudy, humid afternoon in a plush theatre. The kind of theatre that advertised popcorn with bright red lights and where cellular phones rang catchy tunes despite the clever shorts that sarcastically asked them to please silence them. She snuck a drink in from the restaurant across the street because she didn't want soda. She chose a seat, in the middle of a row. People meandered in slowly after her. One man was even bold enough to take a seat just one away from hers in her otherwise empty row. How odd for someone to encroach so purposefully on someone who is obviously alone, she thought. She tried to act like she wasn't perturbed by his presence and adjusted in her seat. Since when did they start showing common commercials in movie theatres, she wondered? There were more people in the theatre than she thought there would be on a Saturday afternoon. Honestly, she'd hoped to be quite alone on this adventure. She'd woken up alone. She had folded the blankets neatly and left a note thanking her friends for the letting her fall asleep on their couch for the night. Home was the last place she had wanted to be.