This morning when I woke up, if you can call it that, I felt somewhat less than human. To tell the truth, much less. The most herculean attempt at movement resulted only in a slow, stiff-limbed twitch. Somehow, after raking past my wife's nose with what was surely a disfigured arm, I managed to find the off button on the alarm clock. 05:20 am, the time of night when nothing should stir. But I knew that if I succumbed again to the coma I'd struggled out of, I might never make it back to consciousness.
Not that you could call my mental state conscious. Like I said before, my arms and legs were barely responding, my brain was a sluggish...uh...slug. Somehow I staggered into the bathroom and found the shower. I thought for several minutes thereafter that I had indeed become the victim of some sort of zombie apocalypse. The only thing missing was the craving for human brains. What I did crave however, was a cup of coffee and a donut.
Which I am now enjoying as I type this. Those two things, combined with the shower (I truly don't think I could survive in a third world country), have once again saved my morning. I think I'm going to make it now.
Peace.
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