Penkridge, United Kingdom
Friday, October 7, 2005
Really, being in bed usually suits me fine, but not today, and not yesterday, and not for the next few weeks. Now I am awake enough to move, that's exactly what I'd like to do. It's amazing how much we use that connective tissue between the top and bottom of ourselves. A living prisoner of my own flesh. I can't even see out of the window today, so looking around this room that contains the history of my last 28 years starts to play on my mind. So many memories of places I've been, people I've known, times of freedom. "Do you remember that time?" I say aloud. It's almost like they are in the room. I wish they were in the room. The cat twitches his eyebrows wondering 'Has she finally lost it?' Don't worry Dodgercat, I lost it a loooooooooooooooong time ago. Sweet cat.
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