I'm on vacation. Where? My apartment. Today was the first day I didn't go by the house. I didn't smell the lingering smoke and I didn't look at the filthy floors and the smoke streaked walls and I didn't have to think about how my life had changed in slightly over a month.
We ate dim sum at a new restaurant and didn't discuss bamboo floors or on-demand water heaters or contractors. We talked about gardens and high school plays and the cool ceiling the restaurant had installed.
In my world, my job wasn't a problem, my house was fixed and my novel was published. Tomorrow reality will set in. But for today I'm living in a little pink bubble of illusion. If you want to visit me here, fine. Just don't bring a pin.
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