Sometimes I look at the melanin in my skin in awe. A product of evolution it absorbs the light of our life-giving sun, rejects what might kill me, and turns the rest into vitamin D and heat. It keeps skin cancer at bay. It’ll keep me looking younger, longer. I like to wonder about what else could it do if I knew how to treat my body better? What else could it do if I knew how treat myself better?
You wake up, but you’re still asleep.
Your dreams remain with you. Winning lottery tickets fly around in your head, alongside fantasies of childhood parental approval. Instead of saying “no” that time, you see the possibilities of a “yes.” You think of your ex-whoever and relive the moment when you realized it wouldn’t last. You feel the tear on your left check that you didn’t wipe away.