I slept better that afternoon alone in Nashville than I ever had home. there was no comfort to be found in my ****** motel room with torn arm rests ripped carpet lights that don’t work an unopenable shared door and a bed big enough for me to strategically save space on the other side without even thinking about it. Cash sings the blues while the sky changes hues and I don’t even like country music. I was tired and this city made me smile but I do not belong here. yet here I slept, on edge; excited; in fear; deeply. you crossed my mind and I didn’t mean to leave space.