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A DAY IN MY SHOES

By Casey Martinson

For me and the majority of the world, our day starts where we last slept.  To me waking up is a descent from the past into the present with a fierce hurt when you stream into consciousness. The pain is at least recognized by me. It passes through the body fast enough not to be noticed. All of the moments in my dreams are reduced to ash, leaving little recollection of any "happy" moment I might've been experiencing in my mind. 

In the morning, it's a slow process. I lay there, just coming on-line with the world, and it's from something like a defibrillator shocking me back to live, having me learn how to breathe again. I'm gasping for air and I realize there's sweat on my entire body. Once I recognize I'm alive, I lay there for a while wondering if it's really worth it to get up. I don't have much to look forward to, but I get up anyway.