Take a quick breath as you push away stinging tendrils of mental ruminations

Reach for the floor with your dangling leg

Tiptoe downstairs

The familiar sound of the refrigerator door will comfort you

Fill a glass with water and tiptoe back upstairs

Set it carefully on the bedside table

Bury yourself in blankets leaning your body up on your elbow

No higher than 45 degrees

Reach for the glass and

Drink in

Hope

For a better day tomorrow

Set the glass down again, this time not as carefully

Sink down into the blankets

Take a quick breath and slowly exhale thoughts

of all that remains broken