I wake with a start. Eyes pick out the shards.
The mind glues the fragments. Pain is an understatement.
Breathing is no longer a right. Each breath has become a privilege.
Every micro fibre is weak. As one they pin me in place.
Is the person to my side asleep?
I don’t have the capacity to check.
The irregular droning wails danger.
The sound has solidified into a wall.
A bead makes it’s horizontal descent.
A blue glimmer blinks into existence.
My legs are locked at 90 degrees.
Fate has laid a cold bed for me tonight.