Sore Stones,

Waking up early morning, 

before sunrise breakfast and water, 

nose is clear and unusually easy to breathe through, 

mouth feels a consistency thicker than usual but easy nasal breathing keeps it closed and movements slow as focus is directed upon the few things around the room that need to be put away before the familiar process of waking daily can be resumed according to the routine established as it had been followed daily with minimal variation from the manufactured naturality of each task completed before decisions are considered and choice is obviously present as the events of the upcoming day are eventually considered to be properly prepared to be navigated, 

there is no other sound heard other than what resembles labored breathing as air flows in and out nasally in ways requiring effort to direct as dehydrated jaw muscles slightly strain keeping lips pressed together and little muscles in the lower back like sore stones cry out with each movement for water as the items around the room that need to be moved are bowed over before being taken up to go where they need to and the breathing becomes more noticed and focused upon until its loudness is the only topic taking up the forefront of thinking causing the deeper feeling of the dehydrated little muscles in the lower back to be felt vividly as more things are put away before the start of the start of the day,

like the alien queen,