Beyond all the things...

I woke up at three at night. Checked my door. It was locked.

I re arranged the pillows on my bed. Drank a glass of water.

I thought of listening to the radio, my good old trustworthy companion but I knew I would regret it in the morning when I have to go to work.

I smiled to myself. Is this old age? I am older.

I look at the note I have written in big letters, on the wall, starring at me.

"You are beautiful"

"Thank you" I say out loud, to myself.

I think of all the women across the world, in different states of misery.

I am okay.

Tomorrow is another day.