Another Day Of Health

For my health, he thought to himself as he chewed the cartoon gummy vitamins with the ridges where his teeth used to be. His wheelchair was decrepit after so many years of use, and it’s off-axis wheels could barely go in a straight line. Still, each morning as he pushed himself over in bed, he had flashbacks of sliding out of the warm sheets into his favorite slippers. He remembered the steam of showers. This morning, like every morning, he brushed his strands of white hair into smart order and nodded to himself in the mirror. Another day of health.