A (Sun)day morning, in the life of Hannah Miet.

It's 7 a.m. 

You wake to "Crazy In Love" on your Luna Ipod alarm clock.

You are not crazy in love. What you are is vaguely drunk. Head buzzing, electric. Non-electric tooth brush. You shower to "Videotape" by Radiohead. You are alive.

 *****

You're pretty sure this homeless dude is the Grim Reaper.

He barely slides past the closing doors, floating slowly down the car. One arm outstretched, shaking an invisible cup, mouth moving without sound escaping.

He's looking directly at you, eyes dark and gaping. He's moving toward you, hovering like a shadow. You wonder if your soul is gone. Are you still alive?

"Chaaaaaaaange," he finally whispers. You hand him the uneaten half of your bagel. He exits at 72nd Street.

You listen to "A Change Is Gonna Come."

*****

It's a miracle that this Asian girl is standing under the weight of her suitcases. There is something profound about her confusion. She has fallen from the moon and landed in your train car.

You feel the need to inform her that she exists. And also that the next stop is Times Square, which is probably where she's going. She's too frightened to look up from her luggage.

*****

The 7 train starts moving right as you sit down. It's dark underground. The blurry lights feel appropriate. "In The Aeroplane Over the Sea" comes on shuffle and for a moment you think "I am the happiest human in the whole wide world."

You are probably still drunk.