Dear Diary

The Struggle-November 2, Saturday

                        ''Dear Diary,

This morning I woke up and felt so strange...I don't know how to describe it... On the one hand, I was so weak that when I tried to stand up my muscles wouldn't support me... But on the other hand I felt... pleasant... So comfortable, so relaxed... As if I were floating on a bed of golden light... I didn't care if I never moved again...