I won't be lonely long.

"I sit here in this big house, all alone, with nothing to do but chow down and watch the news. This is my lifestyle everyday, it seems pretty pathetic but I’m okay with it. The hectic news is the highlight of my day. There's always something new and chaotic going on with the world. Today there's been a prison break, A few fugitives running around near by. Well Dang... My tongue is still burning from the hot, boiling oatmeal my scorching metal spoon placed on it." I look in the basket in my freezer that supports my icy cold cubed ice. And I gently suck on the ice to an extent, due to my tongue hurts every time I move it. Therefore I can barely speak. "I'm a very paranoid woman living in the middle of no where with nothing to do, so when I hear a loud thump in the attic. I immediately freak out, and go inspect. As I’m searching my house I surprisingly find a mess in my laundry room created by the man climbing through the window. He's very buff with shiny auburn hair, wearing stripes, similar to a jump suit. As he finally lets himself into my home, I nervously reach for my phone to call the police. I'm speechless, not due to the fact there’s a random, but handsome, stranger invading my privacy, but because I still can't move my tongue. Interrupting my thoughts, He grabs me and kisses me with much passion; oddly it soothes my aching tongue. I don't think I’ll be lonely anymore."