the unfurling comes out this friday! and in celebration, i thought i’d give you a sneak peek of one of the essays:
It’s Memorial Day.
I wake up at 4 a.m., finger-punch the snooze button in retaliation for each blare of the alarm until 4:25, when I finally decide I cannot, in fact, put off real life any longer.
I straighten long unruly locks as best as I can because I have maybe four neurons working properly and I’d prefer not to waste the effort of two and a half of them on straightening my hair by sections. I’m usually methodical in my madness, but it’s 4:30 in the morning, and I don’t have enough neurons functioning to even say there’s a madness to me right now.
At 5:20, Ellie Goulding croons me out my driveway to Starbucks, where she asks me if I’m awake or not. I tweet about this, finishing with, “OBVIOUSLY NOT, ELLIE, THAT’S WHY WE’RE AT STARBUCKS.” The barista pours grace over me as I order; the pastry case is empty but thankfully, my stomach won’t be. One vanilla latte and a doughnut later, I’m on my way to work, where, having arrived early, I watch the sun make its own lazy rise, sip my coffee, and eat my small breakfast.