One Ticket Please

"I like to see movies alone." Zero part of me wants to admit how much I hate sitting in a theater by myself. I don't want to admit that I have no friends left to watch movies with. I don't want to think about how my room feels like a padded cell. How the scuffed walls only bring back bad memories along with feeling of dread that this is where you will spend the rest of your life. I arrive 20 minutes early, partially so I can get a good seat, mostly because where else can you sit in a dark, foreign, air conditioned room alone. I lean back, legs spilling over the armrest into the second seat, wishing there was a warm body there instead. "At least no one will distract me." Except, frankly, I don't give two shits about this movie. I've seen it twice and this time will be no different. I will stare at the walls, the ceiling, the water stain next to the air vent. I will turn off my brain for two hours in the last place where it's okay to do so.