I’m having a nightmare again.
I awake in my drafty Astoria one-bedroom to the dinging of my iPhone. Rolling away from the grimy window, I check my notifications.
ERIC: Brunch tomorrow at Dante??
I don’t want to go to brunch. Apart from having no money, I have no energy to interact with other people. Swaddled in my blankets, I watch the N Train trundling by in the smoggy distance and contemplate how to best let him down.
ME: Can’t tomorrow. Maybe next weekend.
Another ding. I glare at the screen.
ERIC: What’s your excuse this time?
Dull anger flickers. I type a snide response:
ME: Cause I’m exhausted and depressed, primarily.
ERIC: That means it’s time to leave your room and get some sun.
If one more person tells me I just need to go outside to cure myself, I will douse them with
