I woke up this morning with a splash of sunshine on my face. Traffic started to pick up down on the street. Eight floors down.
I opened my eyes. This is not my apartment. Sitting up, I realized that I was at my friends’ place, their spacious apartment.
For the first time, they didn’t have to drop me off. They helped me make the bed.
And I knew that the next morning I didn’t have to pack all of my stuff by a certain time and leave. At least for the next month.
“If we are up, you don’t have to. You’ve had a rough couple of weeks.”
I nodded.
“I’m going to make you some All-American breakfast tomorrow. Some maple chicken breakfast sausages. Scrambled eggs. Avocados.”
I beamed.
We were watching The Informant! It was past 10 pm. My lower eyelids were rioting against my upper ones.
“May I have a shot of espresso?”
“No. You’re going to bed. You’re wiped out.”
“But I want to finish this movie with you guys.”
“You’re wiped out.”
For the first time in a month, I fell asleep before 11. It felt good. The Zzz.
I felt relaxed when I got up even though my bones were cracking. The monthlong tension.
I would need more rest to set things straight. Now it looks I can get there.
Yours truly,
YZ
