I awake in the darkness, my mind reaching desperately to remember the second thing—the second part, which made sense of the whole.
If I give myself a moment it will come back to me.
But it does not, and after a time I cannot recall the first part either, nor what it was part of, nor why this was all so terribly important.
Meanwhile there are lunches to pack, dishes to wash, milk jars to set out.
Tuesday morning at the Zooks.