Reflections in the window

It's not that I haven't had the time to write here more often, now that I think about it - I just don't have the energy to do it.

 For once, I'm up early and it's quiet and I'm alone. I was standing in the kitchen making my coffee and found myself looking at the reflection staring back at me in the window. I don't know her. I really don't know her at all.

This is all I can give right now. It's pathetic.