Why does time seem to past so quickly when you are dreading a future event?  It’s the same amount of minutes in an hour and the same amount of hours in a day.  But time seems to be on fast forward.

Tomorrow I’m heading back to the white walled sterile castle on the freeway.  The place where my nose itches.  The place where my body shakes from the cold air.  The place where fear engulfs me.

Tomorrow I’ll make the dreaded journey.  I’ll smile and nod through all the questions.  I’ll sit, stand and produce limbs as requested.  I’ll silently cry as I’m poked and prodded.  I’ll stare away and think of sunsets as the needles are unwrapped and jabbed into my veins.

Tomorrow I’ll be reminded of how my life has changed.

Tomorrow I will see my future and miss my past.

Tomorrow I will continue in the fight for my life.

Tonight please let me sleep and dream.  Dream of a healthy life.