The people I meet, they give me nightmares.
Everyone I meet. The farmer at the sunny peach stand at the farmer’s market. The bartender on the lower level at the Irish pub by the office. The Italian woman I sat next to on the subway on Tuesday.
I wake up in cold sweats. They’re coming at me. They’re humiliating me. They surround me. They know I’m weak, cold.
I wake up, go outside. The nightmare is over. For an hour I can pretend that I’ve won. And then I meet someone new, they smile big, looking deep into my soul.