My stomach hurting, pulsing. I find positions where my back expands and relaxes but won't settle. I like my own little world of darkness, exploring through feeling and sensation. When I slowly open up my eyes to the light I feel like a newborn bird in a nest, squinting through my eyelashes. Different sensations of hardness of the floor. Skin on floor cold and smooth, through fabric warm and spongey. Always supportive.
Even when I think I'm seeing I'm Not
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