Packing Dreams

7AM on a hazy street in a small-ish (albeit overcrowded) town in Massachusetts, the Logan Express bus drives up to a well-kept two-family. Inside, a petite woman frantically tosses extra underwear and bottles of Tylenol PM into an enormous suitcase while trying to fasten the velcro on her Teva and pin her hair up with one hand. Hearing the squealing brakes of the bus, the woman snatches up the case, zipping up whatever happened to make it in, and runs down the stairs and across the lawn as the bus begins to move again, having given up on whatever passenger thought she'd actually make it into a gray seat with the festive yellow, red and orange stripes. Woman attempts to howl in fury as exhaust fills her lungs.

I woke up at this point and decided that sleep was futile. I was at my desk 42 minutes later at a record 7:50. AM.