Her alarm goes on. She wakes up. She feels body pain. She taps the dismiss button. She goes back to sleep.
There are these mornings when she’s out of it. Her body’s tired and wanting more attention. Her body’s flawed in so many levels. It gets tired a lot. It gets sick. It is sick. Pains arise, some profound. That’s just part of who she is.
She wakes up again. Still, the pain is there. She doesn’t want to stay in bed for long though. She knows it will only make the matters worse. She has to fight and the battle is long and many. She always has to fight.
She prays. She tells him what she’s feeling and that she’s scared. Sometimes, she gets mad. She hates being sick. Other times, she just goes by it as she does not have any choice anyway.
Finally, she manages to break out of her bed. Her body’s sore yet she has to emerge from the pain and start her day… and seize the day. She has to. She closes her eyes and meditates. She hopes for the pain to decrease. Sometimes, it does. Other times, it’s the other way around.
She makes her bed. She stands up feeling a bit woozy but she cannot let that feeling get into her. She has to fight. She opens the door. She knows that the day’s gonna be longer. Ready or not, she goes out of the room with hopes of getting better and a lot more. Hope… It keeps her going.