The Genealogies: Chapter Nine, "Transcripts", Part iii
iii. {Jessie sits alone at the kitchen table, spooning cereal into her mouth, sipping at coffee, trying to wake up. The light streams into the apartment, the blind slats opened to allow the sun to blast against her in an effort to rouse her. She hates mornings. Even though she wakes up most mornings at 10 or 11, it’s never enough sleep. She sometimes feels she could spend her life sleeping. She’s never more together than when she’s asleep, curled up on the couch so as not to disturb Marcelo when she gets home past midnight from her shift at the hospital. And the days when she sleeps in the bed, like today—oh, those are precious. The bedroom is protected by light-blocking shades; there’s darkness there at noon. She relishes it, waking up just enough to appreciate the fact that it’s nine and still dark, then falling back asleep. But the day won’t be denied; work awaits her in a few hours, and she needs to get ready, shower, shave her legs, throw a few uniforms into the wash so sh...
