It’s been awhile. I’m exhausted, and it’s morning, and I’m waiting for my friend to pick me up so I can go to the clinic. I wonder why the mornings feel so tense and unsettling, amidst the peaceful chirping of the birds outside. I’ve never been a morning person, and I probably never will be. The quiet is nice, but the comfort of my blankets is nicer. Waking up does give me respite from my crazy dreams, though. Dreams where questions arise, pieces don’t fit, relationships cross and confuse. I just want to close my eyes and find home there, not another puzzle to solve.