Something amiss.

I am tired. So tired. But strangely energized.

I am sad. So sad. But I lie here with a tearful smile of contentment.

I am achy. So achy. But walk with a spring in my step.

I feel something amiss, but I am fulfilled.

I could burst into tears. My cat pokes my belly that’s covered in the blood red blanket. Her purr drowns out the voices.

I should. But I won’t.

I could. But I can’t.

I wonder. And hope.

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