The light changes and Maria realizes: wait, shit, hold on, I am elated. It’s that feeling like you just left on a car trip for Arizona or Michigan or something, and you don’t have to worry about rent or work or feeding the cat or anything at all for a whole week. Except there’s no time limit. I don’t have to take care of myself. Or sleep. Or bathe! This might be kind of a bad news train of thought.
