TO KNOW ME IS TO LOVE ME

  7:25 pm      A dazzling watercolor of hot pinks and dark purples. Gliding through the streets of the West Village, taking glances as I rode by the masses of people on the streets enjoying the warm spring air and looking up in awe at the first truly beautiful sunset of the season. I wanted to be in one of the bustling restaurants. I wanted to be with someone.      I kept on towards the West Side Highway, entering the bike path. The river water undulated in a vibrant slurry, reflecting the striking pink and orange horizon. Myself, the people I passed by, and those who passed by me—we had all been suffused by the marmalade sky.      I crossed to the east side at 59th. The warm air was comforting. The ride was smooth. I was firing on all cylinders with only two miles left to spare on my bikes meter. The limestone buildings running the length of Fifth Avenue shone bright-white against the sapphire sky. Windows gleamed with the night, my ref...

     I've been thinking about a nap I had yesterday. I hadn’t taken a nap in awhile, even during my time off. I had gone to work very early in the morning so I left early in the afternoon. I had been so exhausted that rather than going to the gym with my spare time I went home.  I laid in bed and continued reading Cormac McCarthy’s  The Road   which I had picked up the week prior and began devouring over the weekend. I felt the sudden heaviness of my eyelids and blurring of my vision. It was the kind of abrupt sleep that feels like your body is turning off despite itself. I wanted to keep reading as I was almost finished but my head started feeling fuzzy. I relinquished myself to it. Setting the book with the open pages facing down to be picked up again when I awoke and crumpling my body into a ball in the middle of the bed. Falling deeply asleep the moment I let my eyes shut.      I had dreamt multiple times over. A dream within a dream with...