I am jealous of Sleeping Beauty, because she gets to Sleep forever. She can Bypass the dreaded Small Talk that comes with existing. She can Ignore the Social Cues and Vocal Inflections that tell me I am Wrong. She gets to spend her days Living in a fantasy. One where she is the Main Character.

It’s the hottest day in July, but it’s not the sun that’s making me sweat. It’s a man. I’m alone in a park and a grizzled, smoking stranger in a dirty t-shirt is staring at me. He’s shifty. Nervous. Standing in the grass off to my left. Staring when he thinks I’m not looking. Shifting