Rolling Out of BedYou would think that “rolling out of bed” is a term that applies to us wheelers, but the fact is I haven’t had the luxury of making a quick departure from my bed in two decades.

In the morning the alarm goes off, my eyes open and my dream vanishes into a feeling. I take a breath, groan, yawn and stretch a little. The cat stretches too, displeased that I’ve disturbed his slumber. Those morning moments are identical, and I live this over and over. It’s a necessary routine to get my day started and sometimes I check out.