You Said I Wouldn't Lose You But You Can't Predict The Future

I can't sleep.

It's my body and my brain, having the constant fear that I am going to be trapped in a coma again the minute I close my eyes.

I get off bed, painstakingly slow and then walk slowly, with the help of crutches, to navigate around the penthouse.  Cory is sleeping in one of the guestrooms. I walk over to the glass door panel, sliding it open and getting on the balcony.

The cold breeze hits my face and I close my eyes, breathing it in. it feels so good to be alive, and here. I have never once appreciated the true joys of living, being awake and aware in your body.

Being healthy. The minute that you can't fully use a part of you that you barely noticed before, that's when you miss it.

I sigh and look at the beautiful view of the city, at 3 am.