Woke up at 5am again. Pretty late for me these days. Sleep left many months ago, it ran off with my past life. I sit up, look at the clock and listen to my stomach growl like an earthquake, a 2.5 on the Richter scale. I imagine myself eating something without taste, anything to stop the grumbling.
For a minute, I forget I’m hungry. I stand, walk to the mirror and survey my face. I look and feel like a wet rag, limp and lifeless, dripping with sadness. I clear my head of the previous day’s madness and shuffle to the bathroom. Another mirror. I wonder who I’m staring at; where did she come from and why is she here? The face looks at me, speaking with its eyes. It says, wake up! Your life is waiting. My stomach grumbles again, reminding me of something more basic than my desire to be free.
