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Sunshine floods her no longer dark room,
Promising the hope of a new day
Wiping away the safety of sleep.
Fumbling through the fear that every morning delivers, she reaches for the familiar slim bottle at her bedside
Swallows the magic medicine that enables her
Waiting for the relief that is promised,
She moves about the sun stained morning
Readying herself for the day and
Silently choking on the racing and pounding sensations that wage war on her senses.
Perfectly primed for the day
Only the anticipation of the effects of her man-made concoction hold her back.
Soon the always welcome wave of relief washes over her.
She breathes a heavy, long breath, shaking off the dread that no longer holds her morning hostage.
As her mind drifts off into wonder at what the day will hold
She longs to be free…
Disposed to doing better she retreats to her bedside
Retrieving the familiar slim bottle.
As she places it in the trash she breaks the security of her locked front door and steps into her new self.
Ever so faintly, the racing and pounding return as she wonders what she just did…