some afternoon

i looked at my hands and became numb. So I stood up gently swaying, and switched off the lights.
When I crashed back into the far away sea of mattress, I found myself telling myself to not be stuck beside myself.
I wrote this plan and left it on my chest. After some time I could feel deep tingling up the muscles in my legs welcoming back movement. The plan slipped quietly off the duvet and floated down among the ashes. I looked at my hands, guilty of doing something recently.
Helpless, I went to pull on my jeans.
That's when I found the note. I remember it now.
I smoothed it out with prowl, endorsing it's message profusely.
I began to read it out loud;
It said, '