Not much to say about this one. It feels like Autumn both outside and on the inside.
Autumn is definitely one of my favorite seasons, but seasons always bring challenges along with it. I am slow like a turtle. When lying on my back, I too cannot roll over by myself.
The laying-on-back position is by far the most challenging and almost impossible. It is challenging and gets harder as the seasons pass. Laying on my back feels strange, because I have no movement. My body feels quiet and still. I feel motionless. I feel like I'm attached to some dead foreign body. I don't know this body.
Most of the time I'm used to it, but on those off and hard days, when I don't care to be 'used to it', it makes me cry, and I think, "How did I get here? How did I get to this place? How did this happen?"
I like to conversate with my ailing limbs, but they never seem to listen. Perhaps I need to buy them hearing aids.
At times I fight it and do my best to do every creative thing in the book to get my myself out of the laying-on-back position and to a more advantageous position, like on my side for this is my ideal position, because at least I can move, roll on my stomach and try and push myself up.
I sway. I rock. I muster any energy I can. My legs don't move and neither does my torso. Unlike a turtle who has that handy rounded shell to help with his efforts, my back is flat and lends no support to my attempted rocking motion, and so I just lay there wondering, "How did I get here?"