this morning #1926.

this morning, for a brief moment, all was calm. all alone in my home. no distractions for once. mr wiggles was somewhere around here but he’d got the memo. knew that, for now, he needed to let me be. knew to give me room to breathe. he’d seen me these last few weeks. tried to comfort me during an infestation of curled toes & clenched fists. an inability to sit still for too long as i searched for ways to cope with the loss. when i woke up this morning, i felt different, like the depth of the hole i’d been in had shrunk. the ground had risen just enough for me to get up on my toes & peek over the fence onto the other side. there wasn’t much to see but it was nice to know that, when i’m ready, i can go there.