I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea

Sitting on the floor of my room, contemplating my moods and my actions. Lights are off, but my room is still lit from the little sunshine that is left from the day. It's silent, except for the sound of my fan rocking back and forth against my ceiling. It doesn't bother me anymore; it's more comforting than anything. Just sitting here, bored. Apathetic, yet so pathetic. I open my eyes and see Boots standing in my doorway. He meows at me, and I ask him, "Are you lonely, too?" He meows again, walks over to me, crawls onto my lap and falls asleep.

In that exact moment, I am lost, but happy.