This poem has a lot of emotional significance for me. I have a severe sleep disorder and as a result am not awake during the day. The things I miss the most are sunlight, and the small interactions with people in my area. The polite conversation at the cash register, giving folks compliments, people telling me about their tattoos, wishing people a good day.

When I can’t see the sun, and I can’t leave the house because nowhere is open its so easy to feel disconnected from humanity. Its incredibly isolating. On the rare occasions that I skip sleep for an important appointment, or my sleep schedule gets so late that it becomes early for a brief period and I get to do those things I miss, this poem captures the feeling that makes me happy to be alive.

For a short window of time, I’m really glad I exist.