Nightsiders

As the weeks of working overnights go by, I come closer and closer to showing up in my pj’s. I’ve often made that comparison in my head, to being a hooker, especially when the ticket scalpers on the street corner outside of work stop me and demand to know “What I’m up to tonight?”. That grungy feeling I have in the morning, could easily be humiliation, when the bright-eyed first shifters arrive, and I can slink back home, back to the bed from which I came.