she lays there, motionless
she lays there, mindless
she lays there, maybe she'll move

she stirs, flips, touches her face
throws one leg off the edge of the bed
slowly finds the ground with the tip of her toe

palms flat against the fitted sheet,
she pushes against gravity and stares at the indent she's made

she holds the position, one foot on the ground
she holds the position, unsure whether to continue
she lets gravity take hold of her, her face straight into the sheet.

her legs curl, her eye close, her grip tightens on the blanket.
her hands find her face, find her face wet, irritated from the salt.
palms as flat as they were before, but now against her face.

the pressure feels.
its feels good to feel.

deep breath and a sigh and she sticks out just one toe.
it makes its way to the edge of the bed.
past the edge of the bed until it makes contact with the cold, tile floor.
she presses it as hard as she can into the floor.
she let's her body roll and follow her toe's lead.

she's up. she's standing, she's done it.
she sits at the edge of the bed.
overwhelmed with possibility.

if she can get up, what else can she accomplish?