The merged light swallowed us whole.
When it faded, I wasn't standing anywhere.
I was living somewhere.
***
Thursday.
I knew it was Thursday because Jamie had texted at six asking if I wanted to grab drinks at the place on fifth, and I always said yes on Thursdays because Thursdays were my off days and were bad for no particular reason and the place on fifth had good lighting and cheap beer and Jamie never asked too many questions.
I said yes.
Got changed, fed the plant on the windowsill, locked the door behind me.
The plant was a pothos, nearly eight months old now, which was longer than I'd ever kept anything alive that wasn't me. Jamie had given it to me last winter after the promotion with a card that said *you keep showing up, maybe something else can too* and I'd rolled my eyes and put it on the windowsill and watered it every Sunday without thinking about it until watering it became the thing I did on Sundays.
I took the subway.
