Waking up this morning with sleep in my eyes, I wipe them clean with the cuff of my sleeve and then climb out of bed. Before standing up, I scan the room for any gifts “she” may have left me last night. As I think back to yesterday, I note it was such a strange day, that I had a hard time sleeping all last night.
That is really saying something, considering every day for me is stranger than for most. If I stop to really think about it, I might go insane just by all the nightmarish fueled images that run through my head. Some days I just wish that this had never happened. Others, I look forward to the moment when I get to lop off “her” head.
While shrugging my shoulders, I murmur under my breath, “Maybe today will be a good day, who knows?”