It is who I am
The day starts easily enough after a seemingly
sleepless night. It's gone on like this for awhile.
Silently I cringe a little as I slip into bed on my side. The other side does not get turned down or slept upon.
I do some things differently. Play some background sounds to lull my mind away from my thoughts.
I time the night in increments of how long I dozed off. I try not to care what time it is.
My dreams are like previews of a movie I don't want to star in.
The plot is obscure and makes no sense. I'm shocked not to find clipped edited film on my bedroom floor as I get up.
When the sun comes up
I start the day over. I'm
older and wiser and
chronically tired.
It is who I am for now.
Cathy Windham
7/1/14
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