Wednesday, 5 January 2011


I was lying in bed last night.

Just staring at the ceiling.

Then I became aware of my heartbeat.

Then I held my wrist and felt my pulse.

I couldn't help but smile.

An overwhelming sense of awe came over me.

'I'm just about to go to sleep,' I thought, 'so whose going to be looking after my pulse when I'm away?'

Thanks for being there when I'm not.

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