this morning #988.

this morning, at least i was “still vertical.” a close friend sent me a text with that exact phrase. i know he was just trying to be helpful, just trying to remind me that things could be worse but as i laid there in bed, dreading the thought of having to handle my weekend chores, being “still vertical” seemed like a cruel fate. i pulled the covers up over my face & let out an exaggerated yawn, some sound to remind both myself & the world that i was still here. as that yawn morphed into a scream, i threw the covers aside, tried to force myself awake. while i might not be able to make it outside of the house today, i should at least try to find some light inside.