I don’t want to wake up.

Early game. Sneaking across the foyer in my slippers, trying to keep quiet.

Ultralight beam.

I miss her first at-bat trying to make a meal plan and grocery list.

It is windy, but the sun is out, and the warmth of the sun feels good. Blue skies.

I text her back to say that I am slow to respond because I am overwhelmed by their generosity.

This burger better be worth the wait.

Celery juice.

Two cars in the driveway. One of them is the Porsche I remember from a month ago. I tell them not to go over there because they will get pushed into the oven. “They just gave me weird vibes, that’s all.”

The power comes from the legs.