Another Day

You wake up.
You look around your cramped, wooden room in your house.
You’re still tired, despite just waking up.
The morning sun shines through your window, onto your face.
You sit up.
The autumn air flows through your abode.
It smells sweet to you.
Fills you with joy.
You turn around and put one foot on the floor.
Then the other.
Stars fill your head as you get overtaken by vertigo.
You sat up too quickly.
You lie back down on your comforter.
You watch the ceiling spin in slow circles.
You watch as the feeling of falling never slows down.
You watch as the world goes on without you,
For another day.