Darkness still blankets the world when my tired eyes reluctantly
open.
Pulsating spherical stabbing emanating from my right hip ends
the edge of slumber I cling to despite knowing it is over.
Toiling through the night, each quarter hour flipping, turning,
rolling to find that perfect position.
Each quarter hour realizing that perfect position still needs
to be found.
Eventually, the internal stabbing becomes too strong to force
sleep upon my mind.
Consciousness, instilled with every insecurity I possess, floods
my mind.
This quiet time before
Joshua and Jan wake is mine alone.
The bed is no longer comfortable.
My mind is no longer safe.
Rise
Start the day
Drowned the pain and quiet the mind through activity.
Mindless and without feeling I greet the world.
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