For the sun to rise. For a blanket of red and golden hues to stretch out over the horizon. For my veins to be touched in the same way. For a spark of joy to electrify my sleepy bones and, this time, stay. To not be sad for once. To be reminded of the kindness of strangers. To tell myself that this isn’t all there is. That our spirit must persist through the dark wood and hear the songs of spring. For a plane to come and carry my tired body home. For that ‘ding’ from my phone that will tell me you’ve finally replied. For the day when I don’t have to keep waiting like this anymore. For sleep to settle in. For someone to reach out through this glass screen and say ‘it’s okay. rest. rest. rest.’