I’m ready for fall. I want to hide under blankets and jackets. Drink sugary warm coffee and tell myself that I deserve it because I’ve been good. I dreamed I put up the Christmas tree because I needed to. Because I couldn’t wait, and then I realized that I couldn’t stand looking at it and Chris helped me push it back into the closet.

Scene: location of a robbery a conversation between myself and an officer.

Cop: Hey, did you move that?

Me: No, that would be journalistically dishonest.

Cop: [weird sidewise look]

Me: For real though I didn’t touch it.