The Morning After

When the alarm goes off in the morning, I feel heavy. Waking up feels like a hard climb out of a dark pit. I just want to sleep, but I’ll be late for school. I drag myself from bed into the shower. The water is hot, and I just want to stand there forever, steam billowing through the air. Eventually, I step out and wrap myself in a towel. I slide my palm across the mirror, and as my image appears before me, my memory breaks through the fog. Oh my god! Panic rises to the surface.

I try to breath deeply, but the steam is suffocating. I open door and step into my room where the air is cooler. I sit on my bed. Tears start rolling down my face, and I can’t control my feelings anymore. My shoulders rise and fall as I sob, pain wells up from some deep, undefined place, a pathetic moan escapes in rolling waves. I try to harness the emotion, to reign it in: Please be a dream. Please be a dream. I’m not sure if it’s a prayer. It feels like a prayer, but I am not sure if anyone or anything is listening. I focus on stopping the pain. I cut it off, like the head of a snake. I take a few more deep breaths, and I wipe the tears from my face.

Finally, my logical brain kicks in. The medication is making me sleep more, deeper, and my dreams are becoming increasingly vivid. I’m sure there is a a suitable psychological explanation. I get dressed and head down stairs.
From the top landing, I see aunt Lily, the souls of her feet and the palms of her hands flat on a mat with her rear end in the air. As I come down the stairs, she steps back into a plank position, lowers herself to the mat, then arches her back, lifting her face up to the ceiling. She opens her eyes, “Good morning, snuggle bug.” She exhales deeply and folds herself back onto her knees.


One Comment on “The Morning After”

  1. unaizakhalid January 20, 2016 at 8:21 am #

    This is one of the best article I have ever read! Brought tears in my eyes as I read.
    You should be a poet dear, your words and their fluency is amazing.
    Keep up the good work šŸ™‚

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