I pressed the snooze button on my alarm today and felt the warmth of my badass self slip back into my body.

“Where have you been?!!!!” I nearly yelled, really just relieved she had returned. I knew she had been off in some other dimension having fun while I was wallowing in all my torment. 

“You know, taking names and skipping trains,” she replied in her cool and calm, annoyingly confident but utterly admirable way. 

I was just relieved. 

I allowed her to snuggle into me, embracing my body with hers. 

And the stage curtain fell away from my mind. 

I began to remember that life is just improv theater and that we always get to choose our parts and create our story. 

I was making mine a tragedy and the emotions I was generating for the performance felt so alive and real inside my human frame. 

“I really got swallowed up out there ya know?” 

She smiled her knowing smile. 

I told her all about the many scenes I had starred in, the script I had used. I told her about the wild twists to the plot -Love! Loss of Love! The Knight in Armor, who was demoted to Coward. The heartache and wanting, heartbreak and sorrows. 

I gave her all the details of the dramatic performance. 

Then, I just laid next to her, feeling her cool, calm, utterly confident self. 

Relieved she had returned.