iteration

On repeat.

Sit up
look under the covers
make a fort, placing a pillow on either side of you, while you hide the morning face.
Sit up
look under the covers
make a portal, for a dimension where rain is sought after, and is not a disgrace.
Sit up
look under the bed
make yourself stand up on a floor made of quicksand and with toes that curl up.
Sit up
look at your deformed body
make your wails sound more like a whisper than a song.
Sit up
look at the door
make your way to it, through a forest of abstraction and fluff-picking and moving back.
Sit up
look at the mirror
you are only what your reflection thinks you are. you are the light and dark and empty space around the eyeholes.
Sit up
look at this mess
you are the only energy left in your universe, you are you are you are and must and should and will be strong enough, to make it to the door today.