A break from nightmares.

I drink the last of the orange juice and chase it with a glass of water. No one is awake yet. Just me and the birds, always so loud before the first light.

Need more coffee.

He says it’s because I ask so graciously.

The light reflecting off of the paper is almost blinding.

Topo Chico and chips and salsa and birria and aguachile and pulpo.

This is not who I am.

I finish up emails while we wait for the game to start. It feels good in the sun. There is a slight breeze and chatter from people gathering in the stands.

That was not who I am.

The only thing to do is just keep my head down.