Early some mornings, I now make the mistake of thinking about my life on the past tense. I know I shouldn’t, but some days start off that way anyway. Long-Covid is a bitch. It makes me dream I’m dying, of being suffocated, of being a disappointment to my friends. Life in its past-tense is new in my early morning fog of consciousness. Go ahead, try to control your own morning mind. Let me know what’s there, truly.
Thank you for listening, jules