Good Morning?

The world is awake. I can hear bird song and traffic.

The pain starts in the pit of my stomach, churning and rolling before weaving through my limbs like a heavy, lumpen weight and collecting in my hands and feet.

There are things to do, places to go. “Get up!” shouts my brain. “F off,” grumbles my body.

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