I have a time sensitive window in which to see a shooting star.

And the time constraint is: how long does it take for my melatonin to kick in.

I’m wrapped in an old rescued creature comfort—the M&M blanket I stole from my sister, with bare feet on November pavement, and I’m looking up through the clouds in vain hope.

I only slept because I took a melatonin supplement. But when I wasn’t sleeping, I was thinking about Pennsylvania. And polling. And uncertainty. And protest.

But, I woke up this morning, too early, with a book of bad poetry next to my bed, with the most beautiful sympathy card ever written: