Last night. 3.14.13
I don't think I've every cried like that. Anger were the shower of bullets coming from tears. I frantically wrote out my feelings and stained my sheet with my tears and snot before falling asleep.

I woke up in my sleep, fully conscious when it was still dark, awoken by the fear aroused in my dream. I woke to look all around me, on alert, before falling back asleep.

I woke up close to 9am again, realizing how deep my sleep was to bypass two alarms, bag around eyes swollen like raccoons.

I awoke to brush my do my morning salutation yoga outside in the sun, brush my teeth, play Common's tracks, and do a 7-minute morning work-out with Dr. Oz.

Life.