On the Floor

The floor and cabinets and walls and I are too familiar.

Always faithful to hold my weight.

It’s just another day.

A little rainy Thursday.

Mood to fit.

I slept wrong so my arm hurts.

Still adjusting to being back at work.

Remy is too.

Maybe it’s the culmination of it all.

I am tired.

All the time.

And today I’m on the floor.

Overwhelmed.

Sad but grateful.

How did I end up here?

Another question without a satisfactory answer.

It’s never how you think it’s gonna be.
Your life.
At least mine hasn’t been.

But I wouldn’t change it.

I am also wondering if and when I’ll run out of gas.

Good thing these cabinets and this floor can hold the heaviness.