The creak of bed springs suffering under the weight of a restless man is as lonely a sound as I know.
You put a wage behind something, it gives the act a sort of respectability.
Why were you feeling low? Why does anyone? It creeps up on you from time to time.
Come with me into the world and reclaim your independence. You stand to gain so much, and riches are the least of it.
It is true, I thought. I am living a life.
Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.