She tried to lie back down, but her heart took a while to slow, and when it did, she found herself lying awake. She was exhausted, but her body was restless, humming like the wires that webbed the sky in Chicago. Sometimes, she imagined rising up to touch those wires, letting the city’s power course through her until she lit up like a firefly herself, never to be dark, never to be dead, though of course she would be . . .
