Due to a possible break in by a sex offender and a mold problem at my house I am currently staying at my neighbors apartment upstairs.

I'm drinking coffee and red wine while muddling through math equations. He's practicing the ukulele, badly, but he's learning quickly. There is a big window to my left that looks onto the street. Cars swoosh by riding the frequency of the Doppler effect. Treading footsteps float through the invisible loopholes of the glass molecules' slowly melting crystalline structure. It makes me feel real, in a way I haven't felt in awhile. Here I am, listening to the brass metal strings of a ukulele reverberate around the room, to the soft hum of a boy, to the outside noise of people oblivious to my presence. The reality carries me, caresses me.