You awaken. Plant your feet on the ground. Yawn.
Your muscles tense. You lower your head. Your hands reach to your sides and grab the bed.
You take a deep breath. Your eyes are closed. You sense its presence.
But you say nothing.
Because that's who you are.
You wish for it to disappear.
And then open your eyes.
As always, it's there.
Good morning, Son. Curse you.
