Morning

Buttery sunlight

Like glossy heat waves

Pushing through the glass and hitting your face.

“Get up. You forgot to do that one thing.

That one thing you forgot. You forgot it.”

The train conductor’s already up.

The crows have been awake for quite some time now.

Why so late?

You forgot something.

The cars. Where are the cars?

No engines. No horns. No tires. No intersections.

But you don’t have time to think about the cars.

You forgot to think about yourself.

Your body aches for attention.

-Arlo R.