Lying in bed in my room at Jake’s apartment, I doze in and out of sleep listening to distant sirens and noises from afar, Manhattan's calming hustle and bustle. It’s late; I’m tired, yet I’m not. I’m somewhere between dosing and overthinking and restless.

The housekeeper has retired to bed, and the apartment security wanders the outer halls again. I’m aware of their crackling radios' faint sound; although they never really venture inside the central part of the apartment, I ...