my face was twisted with melancholy
Glancing at my pillow, I noticed it was a bit damp. Slowly, I slid out of the warmth of my bed to put my ear against my door. Not a sound. Quietly I opened my door and dragged my self through the hallway to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I pulled out a bottle of water, rolled the cap off and chugged some of the water down to soothe my throat. Sighing I threw my clogs and a thin jacket on then walked outside.
I quickly turned around, yet there was only myself there.