I wait sometimes three minutes for the first, sometimes fifteen. I take two trains to get to work and neither of them runs well. My body is outside the halo of hot water and my skin mottles and I shiver and am cold as I wait for him to come. He pushes me up against the grimy tiles, holds my leg up. He bends me over the railing of the back ledge. Sometimes my husband slips into the shower while the children are still asleep and we have sex. I turn off the alarm and put on my bra and tights and shirt and shoes and gloves and headband, grab my keys and phone, and lock the door behind me I run miles and miles before anyone wakes up.īy 6:15, I’ve showered and dressed and started to make breakfast. I climb down in the dark and find the phone, which has often fallen. MY ALARM GOES off at 4:30 every weekday morning, and I keep my phone lodged between the slatted stairs that lead up to the lofted bed my husband built us in the closet we use as a bedroom, so that I’m not able to press Snooze.
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