He felt his wrist buzz- the alarm on his watch. Why was it so bright? Hold on, where was he? Oh that’s right. It all came back to him.

He missed the train, again. It didn’t matter that he ran up the hill or that he left a couple of minutes early this time. The train left as soon as he caught sight of it.

This was it. He refused to leave. His therapist told him to get “big”. “_Don’t be afraid to take up space!_”, she said. The next train was in twenty minutes. He decided it was time for a perfect nap, right in the middle of the bridge walkway. People could step over him. He was finally taking up space.