After almost 5 weeks of ice buckets and slaps, of waking and dozing off again, I have finally brought myself to sit up at my bedside. I have brought myself to realize that life won’t cease urging me to awake; it won’t give in to my stubbornness of hiding under the sheets and going over what happened in my dreams.

The morning sun has begun to shine through the heavy curtain that shades my room disguising the day that has commenced. Though I haven’t fully arisen, I’m starting to appreciate the warmth of the soft rays that are able to peek through the slits of my window.

A constant urging nudges within but in spite of this, I linger on at my bedside to muse over the night that was, not to cry over or to be sorry for but this time to smile and cherish…