Stiffness

I try not to. I blink anyway. Like blinking out seawater. It pours. Goosebumps are uncontrollable. Sitting for hours. Sitting unnaturally. But I can’t shift, only sway. They command me to stand. My feet are asleep, but that’s not the worst of it. I see my surroundings again. Bed. I’m embarrassed. I lie down and become stiff again. I don’t bother with the blanket. It never helps. I don’t bother crying. It never ever helps.