limits

I spent an hour at both ends of last night lying still in the dark, counting minutes and feeling the limits of my lungs. Last night it was the only remedy to an upset stomach--perfect stillness, the night cooled air running across my bare feet. This morning, after I woke feeling less at war with my body, I still felt like I needed more of the silence, of the no-distraction breathing. I am perhaps waiting until my body tells me it can run on full power again.
I have a dress rehearsal in an hour. A long, gossipy lunch date. A hot shower, an orchestra concert. I need to find some clean black clothes and a way to smooth down my hair.