Uber Eats

I imagine myself raising my fist and cursing the heavens: “DAMN THIS HEAT.” I lie motionless and stare as I ponder and think. It’s not even July and the summer already feels too long, the water too warm, and the nights too short. I trip on the stairs, fall forward, and catch myself a few steps down. The sunburnt skin on my shoulders and back stretches and I notice the burn. Pupils, widen, my mouth waters, and I move on.

There’s something in the air. I’m not lazy, I’m tired. I’m not crazy, I’m wired. I guess I’m crazy but aren’t we all? And if we are not, who makes that call?

There’s something in the air, today it’s safer inside.