5 am is a difficult time.
the proletariat class is getting up within the hour.
and i am just beginning my sleep.

the window was open to let air into my room.
and i think i heard steps outside of it.
they were coming from the fire escape.













((alright. my fire escape doesn't look exactly like this.
but it's close.))

it took a long time to fall asleep.
my head was aching.
and my mind was in multiple places.
somewhere between history and power.
it seems as though, for a woman, part of the difficulty in falling asleep is the fear of danger, and the tension that exists in that mindset.
but after a long and thoughtful conversation that evening,
i did fall asleep.
slowly.