Morning Narcissist
99-word Dream Art
I’m a morning narcissist. Slow to rise. Slow to re-engage humanity. Pillows and quilts cocoon me. I glare as you shuffle to the dresser for socks difficult to don two hours before the sun rises. Can I love-bomb you back to bed? Manipulate your meds? Scold you for your inabilities? The stroke that fouls your eyesight spoils your gaze. The dogs stir, nails clicking on hardwood. “I got them,” I say. Our eyes meet. Beyond stroke-altered features, I see your vulnerability and wonder what it must be like for you. I start the coffee, pour a cup of empathy.
How poignant this is to read, my dear friend, the morning narcissist. I know how hard it is to live like this. But you're still there… that is where the love and loyalty come in. I'm sending you love and hugs for this holiday week.
Giving me that wow moment with your beautiful writing. Feeling it deeply. I appreciate your words.
I see you’re from Mi. I’ve been living in northern Mi. for almost 3 years.