Apparently my bed is not a time machine.  It can’t stop time. It can’t hide me from the world.

I got up.  I did my morning rituals and now it’s time to take a step.  A step towards my new ordinary.

I’m scared. I’m alone.

Goodbye this version of me.

Goodbye Fee.

Hello surgery.

I’m on my way new ordinary.

What do you have in mind for me?