In The Car My dad is driving. My dad always drives when we’re in Germany. Outside my window cars are whooshing by at great speed. My dad loves driving on the Autobahn.

“How are you doing?” June asks me. June is my boss. She’s in her mid-sixties, with beautiful, unapologetically grey curls. She is wearing black rectangular glasses, a white top and blue linen

Back at home I heave a great sigh of relief. It’s really nice right now to just close my door and be in my own space. I lie down on my bed,

The next morning is a Monday, and I wake up confused. Things feel more normal, but also… not. I get dressed slowly. Black leggings and a cozy grey sweater. Also, a sense of