Her Morning

Her legs folded up under her like those of a folding table. Hidden under her dress which flowed around her like water flows around a rock. Her limbs felt heavy in her stillness of the moment as she contemplated the day waiting before her. Would she have the strength for the day or would her strength fail her like it has in recent days. What would she do if she couldn’t rise from her current resting state to start this day which was beautiful in its crisp blue heavens. So crisp it hurts the eyes to look upon.