I am reaching. I am extend myself as far as I can so that I can grab the next ledge that will lead my towards the bathroom. Everything is dark. Bang My hip slams into the door of the bathroom. The bruise is forming before I take enough baby steps to place my fully through the threshold of the door. Stumbling as I cling to the sink, my first reaction is to look up into …showed first 75 words of 602 total…

…showed last 75 words of 602 total…out in a bathing suit. I would have to say I'm coping well. I try to memorize the way hot and cold things look, and how hard I need to push open a door and step on a stair. It's difficult to remember all these things and keep a level head. But like I said before, when winter comes and I'm making snow angels in my bathing suit, I'm sure I won't mind that much.