alone

this one hates to be alone.

he left his seat at the kitchen table to do his homework on the floor.

he was 6 feet away from where i was folding laundry.

he could see me through the glass sliders.

we could carry on a conversation without raising our voices to be heard.

he just doesn't like to be alone.

afraid he is missing something?

afraid he will be left out on some big discussion?

afraid he will miss a joke or excitement?

i haven't figured it out yet.

but i am sure when i do...

he will be sitting right next to me.