News from Home

Yesterday I heard some news from home.

It rattled a sleeping part of me awake, the part of me I’ve tried to bury beneath the fog of my rudimentary obligations down here.

A friend sent me a Facebook post and I had to break it to her that I no longer had a Facebook account, that, similar to my sudden vanishing overnight, I no longer had a social media footprint.

While I’m sure she sent me the post hoping it would have the effect she’d imbued it with, it had quite opposite reaction on my end. I spent the rest of the day (and evening) entertaining a quiet humming murmur that flooded my heart and senses. I felt like Jane Eyre hearing news from Thornfield Hall.

I felt too lethargic to walk anywhere, although I suppose a walk would have done me a great deal of good, so all I could do was feel that tidal wave of emotion surge through me.

I’ve been sleeping a great deal. But never waking up well-rested, and if I do wake up well-rested, a drowsiness settles upon me I find hard to shake.