A nightly carpool with a coworker runs on a rideshare glitch that never updates, and a transfer that's about to end it for good.
My building's buzzer works through every unit in order at 2am, and stops one buzz short of mine.
I do laundry at 2am because the room is always empty. I've mapped the one blind spot in the corner mirror for months, and tonight it isn't.
Same library table, four years later, and my own handwriting is already in the margin, mid countdown, waiting to be answered.
A draft I never sent to someone I shouldn't still think about, and tonight one word in it isn't the one I remember typing.
Every night I cross the street before his doorway so I don't have to decide whether to speak. Tonight it was empty.
At his goodbye drinks, I raise a glass to the coworker I trained for the job I wanted, and think about the folder I still haven't deleted.
dividing up our dead father's house turns into a quiet scramble over who claims things first, and what that says about us.
the vacuum only runs at 11am. one entry in the app. tonight it woke me going down the hall at three, straight to a door it usually just passes.
a coworker quit months ago, but the meeting he set up still goes out every tuesday, and i can't make myself delete it.
Someone added me to the wrong group chat by mistake. It was the whole team, planning something. Just not me.
i came home for the weekend and my brother is sitting in the dark kitchen, not drinking the water in his hand.