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’m going to make you some All-American breakfast tomorrow. Some maple chicken breakfast sausages. Scrambled eggs. Avocados.”
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.