Day 1

I could not stay awake past ten.
But I awoke in the middle of the night,
and for a moment,
it felt like my muscles weren’t responding
to the signals from my brain.
“Move. Turn,” it coaxed them
“You’ve done this billions of times.
Just use your strength to adjust.”
Each tiny fiber woke so slowly,
responded so tentatively,
that I became aware of each and every one —
tense, stiff, just as sleepy as I was —
for the first time since I can remember.
And when they finally moved, turned,
used their strength,
I smiled —
because I knew
that Day 1 would be the first
of many, many more.



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2 responses to “Day 1

  1. Is it weird that I’m a little teary-eyed about this?

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