Upon Waking

I wonder at the loneliness of sunshine. And the way that it makes me feel.
Lost.
Even in the house that I have always lived in with the people I have always been with and given the name-
Family.
..
I curl up under my sheet and blanket shading blue that sunlight that penetrates the murky glass of my bedroom window...
It's fingers reach through the threads of my cocoon. I close my eyes to flee it.
But still it reaches me.
I wake with sweat gluing the material of my shirt to my skin and even though it has only been an hour, I feel like I have traveled some
distance.
..
The simple idea that I feel this way makes me smile.
..
If only for the reason that there are some things that no one will ever
understand:

Fairytales are not real, but still there is magic and my heart delights at this personal discovery.
Something no one else has noticed after a life full of noticing.
These are the things that will me to pull in oxygen.
after a day of feeling only what other people cause to take root in me.
I discover that we are all slaves,
to one another even,
but my mind is singular, individual,
free.
And I will do with it what I will.