I'm alive. Conscious. And in love.

Got up early this morning. To write. My thoughts. To stimulate my mind. And I had an overnight email. From a friend. In depression. Can't feel any joy. Not even one iota. Don't know what to say. But I'll think of something. While pondering, I looked around. To the cushion on my desk. Occupied by my loving cat, Loverboy. I'm caressing him. Mentally. I feel his presence. Reminds me. That I'm alive. Conscious. And in love. --Jim Broede