DAY THREE: Scared Little Music Yogi Wakens Early

DAY THREE: May write more later. On the way to old people's land.
5:30am. Charlie wakens me with a request for food. Do not get back to sleep.
Muscles are speaking to me. Fear turns my head back to pillow. Cannot really fall back to slumber. Could this mean something? Is something shifting in me?
How do bodies, minds, hearts, souls... actually make a change?
I pretend I am all loosey goosy. Really, I'm a slow slug, possible a hard wee pebble.