Morning has broken

My brain awakes, a bit at a time -
Like someone switching on lights
In the rooms of a house
On a dark, winter’s morning.


They have found me a job. A placement. It is sort of continuation of occupational therapy – only out in the world.
It is at the local museum. I start this afternoon. It’s only a couple of hours but they say it will help me to ‘reintegrate into the community’.
They are putting me in the ‘Egyptian Room’ – I always was a mummy’s boy (joke).
I am a bit nervous but I shall give it a go.