The Story My Body Tells

  My daughter’s in bed, earlier than normal and without the usual tantrum episode that accompanies bed time.  The tightness in my chest has not yet release anxiety’s grip and my breath is thwarted by the anticipated stress of this time of night.  I can feel a slight tension pervading my whole body as some level of me braces for a standoff with my mini-tyrant roommate.  But she is sleeping, and as I start to believe that, I can feel certain liveliness tingling inside me from the rest of the day’s events.  My legs ache a little from work in the yard, and my eyes are beginning to feel heavy. .