My routine. Day after week after year. Until the day I stopped as both feet hit the floor. It occurred to me ; although I always got up … I hadn't decided to get up. There'd been plenty of time to make that decision, but it seemed to be missing.
An experiment followed. I woke at 5:00 AM. Would my legs swing out of bed by themselves?
Thoughts flew by like the daily parade at my bird bath. Boy, that ceiling fan's filthy. Gotta drive Lynn's mom to her doctor's appointment. Hope I don't get lost. Think I'll wash the car first. Better wait till next month to buy … Hold on. What's that? I sensed a change in my body, it's location non-specific The impetus to move! Undecided. And then my legs swung out from under the covers. Getting up happened on its own. Staying under the covers happened on its own.
The clock read 6:15. An hour watching truth unfold. A timeless hour of freedom.
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The dance of life leads you where you need to go