Of her. Of lonelyness.

She had her window opened as she was falling asleep. She could hear noises of never sleeping city. Cars. Music. She knew there are people behind all these noises and for brief moment she was not feeling that lonely in her bed where she was all alone.

She was longing for someone she could hug, she could kiss, she could love. But there was noone. She was walking all by herself in this crazy world.

Everyone she ever met would say she was strong woman, yet she was crying that night in her bed all by herself.