I wake up with a start and I know it’s way before my alarm. In fact, I have a hunch I already know what the time is.
Rolling to my left side slowly, I reach over to the bedside table and my finger taps the screen of my phone. The phone is awakened by my touch bringing a ghostly illumination to the room.
I knew it.
Something to do with my lungs – grieving and sadness.
What am I grieving and what can’t I let go of?
The phone screen shuts off and I’m plunged into darkness again.