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The gray morning light of January filling up the window over my bed, causing me to dissociate.

Sitting at the end of the bench on the L train to Manhattan, a man and his child with chocolates for sale walking away, and a stranger coming to the empty spot on my right, I feel like the past month was a dream.

Slipping into my old Adidas slides for the first time in weeks feels like walking on the hardest stone in the universe.