Oh How I Love the Above

Oh dear. The pad will have to go soon. The curtains will be opened, and the outside will be endured rather than wondered at. I will pack a luncheon and began a slow trudge that will grow more and more familiar until it's unnoticed, except as an omen to drudge. I will get lost initially, but soon discover a third hand, of which I will know the back of quite well. In the mornings — the real mornings — I will rub both my eyes with all of my hands and wait for my heart to rise to function-level. Let's see how compulsory I get now.