The door is just there. But it’s unreachable. The bathroom right outside your room is a world away. Food is in the kitchen – you can almost smell the ripe pears waiting for you in their little woven basket. But you could just as easily grow your own as get one.
When you don’t move it, it doesn’t hurt. So you forget about the afflcition and an hour later wonder why you’re still lying in bed. At least I do. I’ve been in bed the whole day. Ankle, meet stairs. I believe you two got off to the wrong start.
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