.the morning after.

07.10. On a blue chair. Under a thick white sheet.

I was half awake half asleep when the nurse came in for the morning round. Her voice – always a voice awakes a feeling in me – sounded so sweet that I smiled at her before I had even opened my eyes. Good morning.

I looked at my mother and stepped out of the room trying so hard to remember what made me smile in my dream. What could have made me smile when all of me was in sorrow and agony? Who was that?


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