I’m losing strength in my arms.
Barely able to dunk a teabag in water the idea of seeing tomorrow has blurred to uncertainty. Struggling for focus, my mind wanders back to a happier place where I lived just days ago. I had a great life.
I woke at 5:00 to gentle harp strings sounding on my cell phone. After stretching head to toe I opened my eyes to find Darby the nocturnal cat staring at me as she had all night. I scratched her head in thanks for guarding me. She hopped to the floor and prepared for her day, asleep. Two high pitched beeps floated upstairs. Coffee ready. Another glorious day.