My Quarters Memory

It's night. I'm in my quarters. Alone. It's cold. Moritz is lying on the floor next to the bed, which would be better described as a cot. I feel lonely. I miss someone. I try to get warm under the covers, but it doesn't work. Light coming through the window allows me to see Moritz on the floor. He's perfectly happy with no cares on his mind. I feel restless and want to get up and do something, but I must be ready in the morning. I'm so sick of it all.