Day 1: How It Starts

Woke at four
fear riding my bones

Two of my companions slept on
one at my flank, the other
nose buried in my shoulder
motor running

I lie in the quiet dark of my bed
scanning my body
scanning the night
wondering if these will be our last days
my last days
 
Then I know sleep is done

I made on the kettle
light a candle
play some David Darling
to loosen the scare coating my skin
catch a full breath of peace
take a sip of tea
send a thought of love
to all those awake and afraid
on this sleepless night
 

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