post-alcoholic realisations.

I lay in bed at 7 a.m.
and I ask myself if I'm awake.
I see the approaching dawn
sending shadows through my curtains
and they crawl towards me.
I watch them dance on my sheets 
and I don't care about the thumbing pain in my head;
nor the weakness in my legs;
I don't mind the blurry vision in my eyes.
It's all okay.
What I do is wonder how great my friends are
because
they were there 
for me
when I fucked up;
when I fell down;
when I screwed up;
when the world was crumbling from underneath my feet.

Thank you.

V.