It’s dark outside, and with nothing else to tend to, I make myself comfortable in between the soft sheets of my bed. I prop myself

I pull away my shades to scan the people. No one knows me here, and I feel somewhat isolated, but no one knows. I’m just

I find myself at sea, sailing the waters, and for every wave that creates turbulence, I must hang tight. The smooth sailing is abruptly forgotten

I look up at the second set of stairs and let out a big sigh. This small building has a lot of potential, but instead,

It was, at times, unbearable, like in the car, the tension of having to drive a distance with nothing to say. Talking became work, the

My eyes open, meeting floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the gloominess of the grey sky. For a minute, I wonder where I am, then I