All wrong.
My feet keep feeling around for the headboard that this bed doesn't have. I think there's some portion of my brain that's still under the impression that this is a vacation and I'll be going home to Cambridge soon enough. I'm trying to settle down for the evening and it all feels intensely wrong, like I shouldn't be here. The room's too big, the headboard's gone, the noises and the lighting aren't right and I don't have my window. Even the air feels wrong, too humid outside and air conditioning on inside so it's cold on purpose rather than just because of cold air outside.

I said I'd keep it together this summer and I'm going to keep it together. I just didn't expect it had gotten this deep into my bones.