What I think about

I have the coldest room in the house.

My closets claim one full wall of my room, which lets in the drafty air from the attic behind their walls.  I used to pretend there was a secret door from inside, behind my shirts, that would lead into the attic.  I'd picture myself curled into a ball, starring at the insulation, listening to the wind and rain on a tuesday night.  At least then I would have a reason to be so lonely.