Still waiting for the other shoe. The almost normal feeling is fading. It always does. Like a phantom limb, the memory of being able to move without thinking. It's not a loss, it's a robbery. I was robbed of a normal life. Tank's snoozing on the couch, oblivious. Maybe I should be jealous. Ignorance is bliss, right? Fuck bliss. I want my old body back. I want to run. I want to feel the sun without it being a weapon. I want to not be afraid of waking up. Just once.