She lay in bed a long time trying to put it off as long as she could, to summon the will.
Not a morning person she used to say, when there had been anyone to say it to.
No reason now to see anyone.
The government check came on the fifth every month,
ALDI delivered her groceries, the rent and phone paid automatically.
She could no longer afford the cable, but the neighbor’s wifi was usually fast enough for Facebook and the occasional cat video.
But the mornings, the gray weight of another day.
There was no cure for that.