I woke a few minutes before my alarm clock this morning.

As I lay there, contemplating getting up and facing the day, I felt a tremor. At first, I thought it was an earth quake; it certainly felt like one.

My legs felt as if they were jiggling and wiggling to a vibe that came from the ground below me. It was a moment before I realized that it was just me.

I looked at Robert laying beside me, sleeping peacefully. My cat, Mave, was curled at the foot of the bed. Neither of them moved.

And I knew it was me.

There was no pain involved this time, no spasms that filled my body with jabs and jeers, but it felt wierd; as if my body were coming back to life again after a long, long sleep.

My legs looked stationairy, but I could feel the insides of the, the muscles, moving and shaking. As if they were afraid.

The sensation slid up my legs to my back and soon all of me shook and jiggled, moved and shook. I closed my eyes and imagined myself on a train, feeling the tracks moving beneath me; pictured myself rocking in a boat, the waves perhaps too strong.

And then it stopped.

The shaking was gone. I wondered for a moment what could have caused my body such fear, what could have made my body shake inside itself.

Perhaps it was afraid to take on the day.