I woke up in an
unfamiliar bed.
9 a.m. light shimmered shadows
through the blinds on the door.
I laid there for a moment,
remembering where I was.
I remembered I was safe
in body, yet in soul it would soon change.
I plucked my phone from the nightstand.
The last second of normal life passed
with the swipe of my lock screen,
before I knew it was something I could miss.
I wish I could go back and say
to that groggy girl in the bed:
This is the last moment of the before,
and every
single
thing
changes in the after.
Excelsior 