Lost Again

I started my day as a little, feeling so small and lost. My caregiver was gone for the weekend, leaving me to handle things on my own. I called them but only got voicemail. Alone in the house, I felt that familiar pull towards the bed, curling up like I'm five again, seeking comfort where there wasn't any real care. I touched myself, imagining their hands guiding mine, their voice soothing away the loneliness. Soaked and spent, I lay there until my phone buzzed with a text from them: 'I miss you too.' It was just three words, but it brought me back to reality.