Why does it feel so early? Oh, yes. It’s 4:30 am.

I open up the windows to let the cool air in before gathering a notebook and pen. He’s away and his light is on. I turn everything off and tell him to go back to sleep.

I turn on the garage lights and hop into the car before calling her.

This is the kind of work I feel I might be made to do.

I smile to myself. The hummingbirds must like the front porch better. There are more flowers here. I don’t know what they are but they remind me of hibiscus. The hummingbird just floats there, in front of me. It’s as if he wants to tell me something.

I still have no idea what I’m doing but I’m excited about what I might be able to learn. This will be good for me.

He’s right. I don’t have enough time.

I watch the shadows play. “Lamplight makes the shadows play/and posters take the walls away/the t.v. is your window pane/the view won’t let you down.” My eyes swell with tears. That song. Always this song. They’re just stress tears.

Cinnamon simple syrup.

Even cooler tomorrow.