Ready To Live

Yesterday was supposed to be my last day. I spent it covered in blankets, jumping at each sound, afraid to be myself, Thinking if I was too much me, they would come and get me, and drag me off for my killing. Afraid if I drew too much attention, they would end me in the most horrible-ness of ways. Since I frankly had no idea who they was, it was even creepier than it should have been. I was hiding, from whatever was supposed to get me, the product of a nightmare the night before. Yesterday was to be my last day; I woke up with the knowledge yesterday. I dreamed it, I felt it, I knew it, and I was frozen by it. I was in a semi-catatonic state of pure misery all day, waiting. Jumping at each car horn, or the creak of my house, watching for murderers. When my eyes popped open this morning I leapt out of bed, thrilled, crazed with unbelievable happiness. God had given me another day! The first day of the rest of my life, A day to do all the things I have never before done. I could choreography a dance, design a palace, build a log cabin, learn the jitterbug. My imagination is soaring now. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. And today I am ready to live.