when i awaken in the earliest morning. and i am warm and sleepy in my bed. and thoughts start spinning through my groggy mind. jolted with worry. drifting through the scenarios of ruin. and they will not stop. warm snoring dog at my feet. and the steady breath of tom beside me. but i have to sneak away. bare feet cold on the wood plank floors. i come downstairs and start the fire. meet the day and face it's demands. make tea. feed telulah from her special canned food stash. activity chases away the unease. my work can save us. the hollow of night begins to thin, and day is thick and plump ahead of me.
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