Day 2

“Waking up on the wrong side of the bed can put you in a bad mood and ruin your day, but today you woke up under your bed and the effect it has on your day is unexpected.” - Reddit Writing Prompts

The tingling in my feet won’t stop. It’s like a cascade of prickling creatures in between my toes, on the soles of my feet, the bottom of everything.

Why can’t I move? Wait, where are my arms? Where are my LEGS? The darkness behind my eyelids keep the limbs far away, disassociated from my breathing, which has become shallow. I can almost feel my chest rising and falling, almost. I knew my chest was there but it wasn’t THERE. There was a slight tremor in where my right hand used to be. The fingers were figuring out if they could grasp and the tension between each one with the palm of my hand was ever so present. I think I had a nose, I tried to flare my nostrils and smell something, anything. There was a hint of fabric and lint, touching the sides of my senses and I could almost feel the material beneath me.

The sensation of touch was muted, far away and dim from my person but my mind felt as though every thought was heightened and on fire. I started to roam into a recess of thoughts about my uncomfortableness with Marcie’s confession last night. I began to dig, almost falling into a well of curiosity and unheeded questions.

“Why now? Is she going to be able to find the right people? How will she cope if it doesn’t work out? What should I be doing for her?”

I billowed about the questions, almost observing them from outside but deep in my thoughts where my senses all came together to bring Marcie to the forefront. Marcie was the only person that mattered right now, in this space and I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper, lost without a time or place.

I lay with it physically for who knows how long. I dug indefinitely of how I much I cared about Marcie, her choice, her baby.