Morning came with silence, not peace.
The words circled, neat, ordered. I tried to hold them, to keep my focus where it belonged… on something that could be mine. On the laptop in front of me, the same lesson scrolled across the screen. Not the standard text, it was reformatted, a friendly font I’d found after hours of searching through accessibility apps. Larger letters, wider spacing, soft curves that didn’t blur together so easily.
It wasn’t perfect. Still, after a few lines, the letters slipped and tangled, just like they always had. Reading never came easy. Pages betrayed me. Sentences flipped, scattered.
So I kept the audiobook in my ears too, syncing the sound to the words on the screen. It was the only way to keep them steady, to make sense of the content that refused to stay st
