Acclimating

My equilibrium has been completely thrown off.

After sleeping some nights eight, ten, even twelve hours, the feeling of being rested and refreshed eludes me.

Light filtering through the shades this morning awakened me at 5:45 a.m. My head was full of cotton and time and space were unclear. Was it Sunday? Was it Tuesday? Was this my apartment in Brooklyn? I went back to sleep.

An hour and a half later, I awaked from a dream about turtles and dogs and trying to find the space to live in peace with...