Battle Within.
Groan. Fight.
Feet meet the floor. Followed by my body hunched over. And with another groan, my knees quickly find their way to the cool bathroom floor. Still fighting. Still hoping that the burning and gut twisting ache will pass.
It does not.
Cold nose pressed to my face as if to ask if I am okay.
Reassuringly pat the dog on the head. Think about camping out on the floor. Meekly make my way to my phone. No alarms for me tonight.
Back to the bathroom floor.
Slowly make my way to the sofa. Four paws curled against me warming my cold feet. Cozy blanket.
Netflix. Sleep. Rest. Heal.
also, weird poetry.
