the player.

Snow falls in sheets,
Not unlike the crumpled mess
on which she sleeps.
Enter lonliness.
Happiness, the star of the day
becomes her understudy.
Dusk enters, stage left, slowly,
shyly, but gaining confidence
until she takes on the character of Night.
Lonliness returns, but with a faceless youth
at her side, in her bed. Lights out.
Day has returned, the youth having
left at first light.
Lonliness faces her adoring audience,
her character so convincing that
abstraction of truth from fallacy is impossible.
She's paid for her performance.