I wake up and I feel no pain…no abdomen weirdness.
My mind and heart explode with a ridiculous hope…maybe the belly bully disappeared in the night. I believe that can happen.
Maybe this has just been a bad dream.
Maybe…
Maybe is a beautiful word.
It is a garden where wonderful things can sprout.
Whoa…wait a minute, there he is. The bully makes his threats. That’s what bullies do.
That’s okay, his time is limited.
I still believe.
I will water and weed the garden of maybe.
I know that ridiculous hope is never wasted.
I choose to believe the most ridiculous things.
carbonated joy 