Morning breaks, I never see it; I am sleeping.
Noon chimes, and I may arise.
My life revolves around my bed… once a respite, is now my prison.
Waking in the same position I fell to sleep 10 hours ago… regaining consciousness; shuffling off the coma and disentangling from sheets and pillows and wires of:
Now cool heating pads and warm ice packs.
When I must, I shed my second skin of nightclothes.
When I must, I wash my face.
When I must, I slowly apply the makeup, put on the hair, and dress in the clothes.
When I must, I step out into the world I once knew. With all my effort and sheer will, I make myself move… just a ghost of myself with a smile.

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