A girl squirts Reddi-whip from a bottle into her boyfriend’s mouth. I briefly consider asking for some and skipping away.

“No, that’s not the person I am today.” But it could be.

I joy in the person I am, the person I would be around others right now. I’m one of the most delightful creatures in existence, and **** if others don’t know that.

Work feels like an improvement. Struggle the next great horizon.

My friend is singing in the shower. Small music notes waft out the door.