Little mouse....

Like a little mouse, I want to crawl into my hole and hide. Three months of seclusion has not been nearly enough. A little shell-shocked, but I guess no worse for the wear, I peek my head out and look around. The view is nice, but I have no desire to leave. In my home I am safe, no one will stop loving me. I am protected from the sting of rejection. I will never feel unwanted and unloved again, if I stay hidden.