i am full.
stacked inside with chocolate frozen soymilk desert and longing for the man i love.
i am empty.
in wondering about my mother's life and who she has become.
i missed several years growing up too quickly,
spent a single year unconsious and many months dreaming -
only to find myself staring into a mirror, trying to maintain magic eyes - a comfortable blur -
and i am more comfortable than i have ever been,
warmer
and happier at night in bed.
there are warm smells around me most of the time
and i wake comfortable and sleepy -
there is no morning jolt these days.
i welcome my life.