Your name is Adam. You are twenty six years old.

You work at the grocery three streets down, you’ve been home for three and a half hours.

It’s 9pm and Kaitlyn is still on her closing shift at the pet store-the one on the corner down the road, you’ve been together for three years.

You sit in your chair, singed glass pieces and a displaced grinder on the low set coffee table in front of you.

the flashing waves of colors from the television glaze over your eyes and you sit locked-motionless.

Your laundry room’s walls indent into the neighbors’ apartment.

In this moment you feel as if you’re behind your own vision, watching footage of your life play out from behind plate glass. You are unsure of agency.

The lights are off, your limbs feel numb and your circulation is slowed.

you will wait until she comes home. Thirty minutes or so.

> he will sit and wait until Kaitlyn comes home

> I will go to the laundry room