her left hand

for one entire day she used only her left hand. she consciously had to disable her right hand, frequently reaching absentmindedly for something then tucking it behind herself and restarting the motion with her left. it really took a lot of effort. by mid-day she hoped she'd be more used to it, but the right-hand-dominance seemed inexerable. by evening she was frustrated. unbuttoning her blouse before bed was like torture. reaching for her bedside light awkward. a single tear slipped silently down her cheek. and she brushed it away, without thinking, using the back side of her left hand. oh sweet success.