Up at this hour, the Male safely away on his transport and feeling both melancholy and exhausted, I wanted to interact with someone. But there doesn't appear to be anyone, and I wonder briefly if the world outside my box of a room has ceased to exist. If I turn my head a fraction of a centimetre, I'll see stars and trees and lights out the window and maybe even a person - perhaps that naked guy in the kitchen again - but that would break the spell, so I'm just going to enjoy my universal solitude for a minute.

And then I'll hit Post and Publish.