Sisyphus at 6am
I dream that I am more than me, I am meaningful. My actions have purpose and consequence because I am special. I am special, and because of this I am deeply loved. And then it is 6:30am and my alarm goes off and I am me again. I hit snooze and for a moment, I feel the glow of my dream as a lightness in my chest. I roll over and look at my boyfriend, sleeping soundly next to me. He’ll...