The 4th floor is empty.
Gone is the cowbell.
Gone are the ceremonial throwing chairs.
Gone is the miniature baseball bat used for therapeutic purposes.
Gone are the people that I have worked with for many, many months.
I am a solitary person by nature. I have never had a lot of friends - not because I have cooties or anything, but I have always been happy entertaining myself. It's a middle child thing. Since March, I have worked with a great group of people. Yes, they were young, crude, and took the Lord's name in vain a lot, but I loved their spirits and their passion.
And now it is all done, and I am back working by myself in the solitude of the second floor, slowly getting back to the job I used to do and was good at. It feels like a warm blanket that was just waiting for me all this time.
Except now I am alone. I guess I am in a period of mourning for the cameraderie. I feel numb.