I roll over in bed and wonder how much longer I'll have to wait. Tomorrow seems a million miles away, an infinite skyline between now and then...
Muscle memory hum, quiver and every so often, a twitch and start. And I blink. My back is numb, as if I am the mattress. I have become the inanimate.
Sense perception has become but a whisper of a whisper,
a child among many with loud voices.
Tomorrow I'll set off. A new home and a new path.
I'm terrified and excited.