I feel different, like the world is different, like my body is different, like I’m on a secret annoying side-quest in a video game called Comfort Your Puppy and the art is different and the rules about motion and stuff are a little off. “I think my actual brain is throbbing.” “You’re just tired.” I am. For sure I am. But also, it’s my job to take care of Hercules and what if I can’t? He’s so little. What if I can’t take care of him?
