Everything written after 2am and tagged time.
Nobody does laundry at 3am because they have to. I think I just wanted somewhere with light and a sound that wasn't my own head.
I tried to remember what I did last Tuesday and couldn't. The whole week folded into one beige afternoon, and I started counting backward.
2:48, then 2:48 again. The night isn't moving the way it should, and I'm afraid to look away from the clock.
I found my phone from six years ago in a drawer and plugged it in just to see if it would wake up.