5 a.m.

Two days. I think that’s why I’m sleeping better.

The morning light. The cobwebs in the corner. The windows need to be cleaned.

Everything is tight, but the stretch still feels good.

I hate being late.

This is not something you ever see in a place like this.

Trying to slow down the passage of time.

Pre-work for a not-real class, but it’s good prep for what’s to come.

I worry that I might be too tired to do it, to do anything.

“We never stopped believing.”