One of these days

The days you want to spend entirely within yourself. This is not a room; this is not a desk; this is not a book—this is your heart; this is your mind; this is your loneliness, your soothing and all-encompassing solitude. Others, for now, you'd rather leave alone.

And when someone unknowingly interrupts, what is there to do but invite them in? You are vexed at first, but then realize there is room for another. Come in, you say, pouring a second cup of coffee, I was just thinking about you.