I guess I was always looking for solitude. I’ve got that now, in spades. “You’ve got to get up,” I say aloud, hoping it’ll be more motivating that way. It’s true, whether I only say it in my head or put a voice to it. There’s no energy left in me, no strength in my legs or my arms, but I do it anyway because I’ve decided that’s what I’m going to do, and I can be stubborn. Living things will fight to stay that way.
