the race

March 2, 2010

When I settle into bed each night around one a.m., earlier if I’m feeling nostalgic, electric blanket set at the highest temperature, past 1 through 9, to something so hot it can only be represented with an H, I lay my cheek down on the pillow, think, “I did it,” and fall asleep quickly so I don’t have much time to wonder why I’m so disappointed by this.

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