this morning #1045.

this morning, a rush of blood to my head blurred everything. stopped me in my tracks. scrambled the senses into a subtle spinning. sent me back down to the bed. i stayed wholly horizontal long enough for the warmth to leave my skull. i should probably have a bite to eat before heading out. no way do i want to faint out in public. after a few deep breaths, i sat up slowly. stood up even slower. took the ten steps to the bathroom. splashed water on my face. an extra ashen reflection in the mirror. a few more deep breaths. a few more steady steps down the hallway to the kitchen. this is not the way i’d planned on starting my day, standing over the sink, devouring two donuts just to stay upright.