CHAOS
I was up before six, same as always. It wasn't something I decided anymore, just what my body did.
Nineteen years old when I took the patch and somewhere in the years since, early mornings had stopped being a choice and become just the way I was built.
The bar was quiet at this hour in a way it never quite managed at any other time of day, chairs still up on the tables, the light above the counter throwing its usual yellow glow across the empty floor, the whole building holding its breath before the day started.
I put coffee on and stood at the counter while it came through, this was the part of the day I used for thinking.
Before the noise started, before the club moved and the phone went and the hundred small things that needed handling started stacking up. I ran through wh
