When I was younger, I could not imagine taking a pill every day, without fail. It seemed that was the stuff of old age. Sure, a vitamin here and there, after reading an article in a magazine or when a cold was coming on. And now, it has been ten years. Ten years of doing something every single day. At first, it felt like a chain, clanking around, making me pay too much attention. But at some point, the routine took over. Put the pill in a cup at night. Wash it down with water before even getting out of bed. I am not old. I am not frail. I am not sick. It is just one thing that I do every day.
*****from a writing prompt found here
lining up my words 