At these times I rouse from my bed with little effort meandering to the bathroom to answer the call at hand. There is no deep void harboring in the back of my mind but rather a sense of kindling hope.
What is this?
I prance back to bed and grab my comforter cuddling my neck, relishing in this new found peace. I can feel the soft undercarriage that caresses my skin. Life feels good, these small nuances that touch me from time to time.
As I wait for sleep I slip deeper into my inner core. Where is the pain? Why is my mind so alert? Has this illness left me? Could I be cured? Everything seems so clear.
At this time there are no remnants of past days depression, pain, and anxiety. Rather i am in commune with the person I once was many years ago before fibromyalgia took over.