The Fight

She was awakened by the melodic tune played by a bluebird outside her bedroom window.  Staring at the ceiling, she didn't move a muscle, she just closed her eyes and concentrated on each note the bird hit as it sang out to the start of another day.  Another day, could she face it?  What was the point?  Going through the motions, pretending to be present, in the moment, when the reality was her sinking into a dark abyss of withdrawal, denial, and stagnation.  She looked out as the sun filtered in, the bird flew away, she sighed and got up.