Forgotten Decaffein

Trembling from my stomach outward, I place my hands on the keyboard.  They move as though shuddering, convulsing ever so slightly, unable to remain still.  They do not know what stillness is.  None of me does right now.  It is something of a vague memory, floating casually in the background, commenting, “How odd,” at the body that cannot pause in this sedentary position…  It is resting on this bed without rest.

Post-a-day 2017