1:12am. 2:38am. 3:47am.

Maybe I’m missing the weighted blanket.

Everyone else is still sleeping. I stare at the phone and watch the time pass. Blackout curtains always do the trick.

Safeways for Lunchables. Model Bakery for breakfast. We eat the pastries in the car. It’s like being on vacation, but not.

So tired.

I’m pretty sure this Caesar dressing has mayonnaise in it.

Yeah, no more caffeine.

Head downstream.

The perfect breeze.

I look for the glowing tangerine behind the trees and watch as it reappears around the bend. Mountains that look like clouds. It all looks like a painting, like a dream.

All these emails.