I cannot get out of bed
I cannot get out of bed. I am able-bodied and breathing and I cannot get out of bed. I let the weight of the blanket sink me further into my mattress and start to involuntarily hold my breath. I am perfectly healthy, and yet something chemical in my brain has started to weaken my bones. I am absurdly aware of everything around me. I am also absurdly aware of what people like to refer to this feeling as. I do not want to be condemned to a life of therapy and countless bottles of pills, but I cannot get out of bed. The ceiling fan is on high speed, and I can see the day wasting away outside of my window. I can hear dogs barking and children scream-laughing all the way from my third story apartment. I imagine the lives all of these people are living; I wonder if the dogs are getting tired out in the sweltering summer heat, if the children are anxiously anticipating the start of school, if there are other people in this apartment building, who like me, cannot get out of bed. Everything around me stops for a moment, and I use this time to refocus my breathing. As the air fills my lungs, I realize my legs have gone numb. I also realize that if I do not leave this bed soon, I may never leave. That idea instills a terror in me I cannot describe. Suddenly, I have a thought that charges at me with immediate force: "You cannot stay like this." I use that little source of motivation to move my feet around in circular motions. I feel my legs regaining circulation, and know that this cannot be my reality forever, that if I ever want to be one of those people outside, walking my dog and soaking in the heat and scream-laughing, I have to move; quickly, before the chemical imbalance convinces me otherwise. With every force of strength inside of me, I stand up. The act of standing on my own two feet: so simple, and yet I am almost brought to tears. I got out of bed. I got out of bed.
Comments (33)
Congrats on top story. I love PBJs
Love the imagery. You bring a sandwich to life involving the senses.
FABULOUS!
Yum- now I would like one for lunch. Beautiful watercolor too. nicely done all around.
This is nicely described.
It makes me hungry to read this. Well done on the poem and congrats on Top Story
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Beautiful! I love a poem about enjoying the simple things in life!
Yum! π (Strawberry for me though, can't get the grape stuff that easily over here.)
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We went for the same treat, Daphsam! Loved the poem and I absolutely love PB&Js! Comfort Bites is right!
Love it! A classic combo! β€οΈ
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! ππππππ
Your words totally took me back to chasing down my own escaping pb&j oozing from the side of my sandwich. Nicely done.
Wonderful
Scrumptious! Both the snack and the poem! Loved βA mingling of old friends sweet and savory.β
Took me back with this one! Although Iβm picky with jelly now, I still enjoy the pairing every now and then. Great entry, Daphne!
PB&J are not a thing here in Aus, though we know it only too well. Our national children's sandwich would be Fairy Bread, which is buttered white bread with sprinkles (hundreds and thousands) shaken over them. We used to be able to buy this at school. My throw back sandwich is peanut butter and banana. I still eat them today. I love the nostalgia of this poem
Your words took me on a PB&J experience. I could almost taste it. Congrats on TP!
Wonderfully crafted! And all sounding so yummy!
A wonderful challenge entry
Yummy! Congrats for top story and good luck in the challenge!
I do still like a pb&j sammy. Well done and congrats on the TS.
Mouthwatering verse. Congrats on the TS and good luck in the challenge
Wonderful & congratulations on Top Story!!!πβ€οΈβ€οΈ