![]() ![]() I liked catching whiffs of the fresh laundry smell while I dozed off on the sofa. It was a comfort to me to hear the torn plastic bags rustle in the draft from the living room windows. I always called back to cancel, which I hated doing because I hated talking to people.Įarly on in this phase, I had my dirty laundry picked up and clean laundry delivered once a week. ![]() I’d wake up to find voice messages on my cell phone from salons or spas confirming appointments I’d booked in my sleep. When I thought of it, I ordered delivery from the Thai restaurant across the street, or a tuna salad platter from the diner on First Avenue. I’d get two large coffees with cream and six sugars each, chug the first one in the elevator on the way back up to my apartment, then sip the second one slowly while I watched movies and ate animal crackers and took trazodone and Ambien and Nembutal until I fell asleep again. Whenever I woke up, night or day, I’d shuffle through the bright marble foyer of my building and go up the block and around the corner where there was a bodega that never closed. ![]()
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