And I'm up because I'm shivering somewhat uncontrollably. I'm burrowed under a blanket so it's not that I'm cold.
Pretty sure it's the sudden mental acknowledgment of an aggravating side effect to all the good that's been going on lately...


How To Say Goodbye Dear Unborn Child, Whom I Let Go;How To Say Goodbye by ^pullingcandy
When I was thirteen and four months old, and you were thirteen years younger, I decided to let you go. You squirmed in opposition beneath my ribcage, up against my pelvis, and I licked my lips and tried to smile while I leaned my forehead on the cool glass of the car, hellbound.
I remember sea weed insertion, dilation, cramps and bleeding. Orange smoothies from Dairy Queen that I threw up, and I hoped you were mingling in the remains of my summer day treat, so I could put this behind me. Pretend I was 'moving on'. I laid in the bathtub of a hotel room for six hours, trying to melt you away in scalding water