The little blue valley after cresting the peak of a deadline the body the back the spine cracks jubilation is so many bubbles lifting high above my head to finally burst. The mini manic. The caffeine cancan. Kicking so high I flip over backward. The sky swirls and hey…. I’m kinda tired.

We’ve left the faucet dripping in the kitchen sink. It plinks and plops its liquid sound. Pretty. A deep freeze is settling upon the city. The low roar of the bus driving down the slope. Everyone is sleeping. My tired eyes water and I drag the back of my hand across them. A second bus roars louder travelling in the opposite direction.

Tomorrow is today.

But now. Sleep.