I woke up this morning running. Running. Not a single thing was not chasing me. I could not be left alone. I was running. Couldn't stay asleep until my alarm blew. Ran to my alarm. Ran.

The alarm. The shower. the water. the coffee. the alarm. The coffee. The end. Running from a headache. Can't look up. Can't look straight. Running from the pounding and vice grip. The pounding is encapsulating my temples and overthrowing my lobes.

I am not sure I can make it through.
Give my love to Rose, tell her I'll miss her.