Essay

The Off Day Pounces

Who can fathom its relentless claws and fangs?

Enzo is enjoying a normal day in the backyard. Photo by author.

Was it the nightmare about a play where I couldn’t find the right costume and I was sitting half-naked across the table from a man in full costume ogling me, even though I am well past ogling age?

Was it the literal side of the bed I got out of, or did the white noise machine begin pummeling…