opening my eyes in the morning
The pain is there, in the daylight, waiting for me. So backwards I mentally scramble, back into the sheltering darkness…but its too late. The pain knows where I am now, so it comes into the darkness with me, settling deep and low in my spine, throbbing. Unending. It pulses, growing hotter, sharper by the millisecond. I want to scream, wriggle, writhe. No use, the only thing that might help is a tablet, but that means I must sit up and fish for one. Get up and fill a glass of water.
I must Feel This.