by kimberly e ruth
On my way home from work I heard a man say it doesnâ€™t matter, sleep is the same wherever you do it, and I thought, yeah, for the moment. I remember the sun was strong and my eyes hurt like the time in elementary school when we were given cards to view the sun. Donâ€™t look directly into it, she said, unless you want to burn a hole in your eye. I didnâ€™t. Actually, that is a lie. I never looked at a card to view the sun. I never even stood outside an elementary school.Â It must have been something I saw on TV once, or a momentary dream, walking home from work. That thing will burn a hole in your brain, she used to say.