I wouldn’t have to go to work.
I could sleep in.
I would make it obvious when I needed attention.
I would know when to offer support to those who were willing.
I wouldn’t judge.
I could play like a kitten, even if I were older.
I would not wear skinny jeans.
I wouldn’t wear anything at all.
I would put my sharper instincts to better use.
I would enjoy my solitude.
I could find joy in the simple things.
I’d have more gratitude.
I would not take medications.
I could eat if I were hungry.
I would not feel ashamed of my body.
I’d love it.
I would not isolate.
I’d play with shiny things in the sun.
I would have trust.
I could curl up next to a loved one.
I’d love everything except pills and loud noises.
I would use my claws to protect myself and my vocals to get my needs met.
I could chase butterflies instead of unwarranted desires.
I’d leave my bathroom a mess.
I would feel welcomed wherever I go.
I’d be a better listener.
I could dream on your lap.
I wouldn’t leave without you knowing I’d come back.