It's Friday. Where hundreds of writers come together every week over at the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker's blog to spend five minutes writing about one thing. One word. No hyper-editing. No getting in your own way. Just writing, flat out. The most important rule: encourage the writer who linked up before you. Won't you join us?
Today's prompt: Lonely
I know that girl. The lonely girl. I have been her. For a long time, I walked in those worn out, dingy slippers with the impressions of the feet molded into the soles, up and down the hallway for what seemed an eternity. A vapor slipping in and out of hours which became days, not even knowing what day of the week it was and too tired to care. They say that babies grow up fast, that the days pass by in the blink of an eye. But in those first few months of motherhood, the minutes seemed to tick by with an unfathomable slowness.