You looked at the news. All the same, always the same, but it made you feel good to see it.

Your monitor was beige and bulky, so you'd wrapped the back with a colorful cloth.

You reached into a black bag, not expecting it to be completely empty instead of just almost empty.

You watched the sunlight pace it's regular path across the room, put on your shoes, and walked quietly down the hall, down the stairs, and slipped out the door.

You liked the way it felt to walk in the middle of the street without worrying about traffic or decorum and followed the line down the middle as you enjoyed the cool wet breeze and imagined driving in an invisible car.

You thought you heard a sound that felt familiar and impossible... but it could easily be the seep deprivation, which makes you laugh a little as you remember the one time you hallucinated and thought you saw a man in your kitchen.

You drift into the grocery store, past the planting pots and free sample desk, to the bulk foods aisle, and happily fill your black bag with chocolate covered espresso beans. You notice that you were smiling as you finished tying up the bag, and laugh at the cliche effect addiction held over you, or maybe it was just the giddy emotional turbulence of sleep deprivation.

You slip into a checkout stand, following the rituals you can't avoid following. You walk sideways slowly, looking around idly until you get to the end where you exchange some paper for the right to leave with the bag of chocolate covered espresso beans, like paying a tribute.

You're journey feels over already. You walk home slower, on the sidewalk, kicking the leaves and sticks and thinking about going on walks more often and needing to brush your teeth, and you slip through the door, sneak up the stairs, go up the hall and you're back.

Is it possible you really did see a person? You ask yourself if you're crazy. Do you imagine you see people or have you been imagining you don't?

You enjoy your snack and read more old news.