Knight in a shining armor

I walked through the front door, my ballet slippers making a soft shuffling sound on the polished marbled floor. The dimming sunlight streamed in through the window, enveloping the room in a comforting, golden warmth. With a sigh, I let my shoulders relax as I took off my sweat-drenched leotard. Hours of practice at the studio had left marks and bruises on my skin.

My body moved on autopilot, the actions of hanging my leotard, carefully folding my tights, and placing my pointe shoes on the shelf, were all familiar and oddly comforting in their routine.

My eyes swept through the apartment, a growing ache in my chest echoing the emptiness that surrounded me. It was as if the walls themselves whispered the absence of company, and the silence settled like a heavy fog, wrapping me in a shroud of solitude.

I shook my head firmly.

I was just alone, not lonely.

I should learn to enjoy my own company more than anything.

Alright, Rosalina, let's turn that frown upside down and focus on all