Sinking In

2024-07-08 “Sinking In” by Merritt

We’ve been in Miami—Jenn, Emma, and me—long enough to unpack and have a fine dinner. Jenn and Emma…

Okay, so taxis still exist, but most of you reading this will know that Lyfts and Ubbers are a lot more popular. Or so it seems…

They grabbed a Lyft and went to a store that was open until 10 p.m. for some of what Jenn considered essential clothing for 2024. I left them to do that.

I’m on the beach and just thinking. That’s what I do. I guess my brain is wired to get the data and do the calculations to come up with a solution. But this doesn’t add up. 

Emma’s sharp. Don’t let the way she talks hide that. She said that we were all drawn to each other. I’ve said it was like something metaphysical drawing us together.

Emma said that, if that the case, then whatever pulled us all from our respective pasts meant for us to be together. I have to agree. And metaphysics aside, I feel pretty lucky to be in this situation with two fine women like Jenn and Emma. 

But that’s only one side of the coin. The other side is confusion and a sense of utterly being out of place. When I stand here where the water meets the beach, the waves rush in and pull the sand out from under where my feet stand. With each wave, more sand gets pulled out.

That’s how I feel my life is right now. Each passing day washes away what I knew and challenges me with utterly different realities.

I understand why all this, as she says, “works up” Emma. We were yanked from what we knew to this.

I don’t know… But, at least we got Google figured out. That’s a start.