Everything written after 2am and tagged late night.
I've started arriving at the gym five minutes early to stretch, or that's what I tell myself about the timing.
Fourth weekend packing my mom's kitchen after her move, and I caught myself hoping the house sells faster. I didn't say why.
the playlist we stopped sharing got one more song tonight, and the timestamps go back further than i remembered.
The robot vacuum runs at 2am and still curves around the corner where her bed used to be. I took it out in March.
Some things you only do when the house is empty and it's 2am. Her freezer, her handwriting, and the voicemail I've never finished.
I'm always the last one in the building's laundry room at two a.m. Tonight a basket of warm towels was already there.
The unit downstairs has been vacant since February. At 2am a tap is running through my floor, and then it stops.
An all-night laundromat, one dryer running, a chair worn smooth by strangers. Being the only light on an empty street.
i didn't need clean clothes. i needed the fluorescent hum of an all-night laundromat at 2am, and one machine running that wasn't mine.
We haven't talked in weeks, and then at 3:40 the little dots appeared at the bottom of the thread.
It's late and the phone is almost dead and I keep not reaching for the charger that's right there.
The notification came at 1:53. It's her birthday, wish her well. She's been dead since October.