I write to seek what’s true
My eyes are open; I’m groping around in the dark.
I find the switch for my bedside lamp and click it on.
My clock stares back at me.
Its red LED numbers indicate it’s a few minutes after 5 am.
I feel energized. I feel alive.
Rolling out of bed, I tap the floor heater under my desk with my left foot.
Two taps to get to high heat — that should do the trick.
I reach over to my right…