This story was sent in by Sierra from Reno, Nevada. I’ve had asthma since I was a kid, so running out of my inhaler isn’t just inconvenient—it’s something I can’t ignore. That’s why I found myself driving across Reno close to midnight on a Tuesday, even though I had work early the next morning. My … Read more
This story was sent in by jonahlate from Boise, Idaho. For a couple of years in my mid‑twenties, I worked a graveyard shift cleaning office floors in downtown Boise. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid well enough, and the schedule suited me. I’ve always been more alert at night, and there was something almost peaceful … Read more
Story 1 I was tired in that heavy, eyelids-drooping way that hits only after a long day of work, errands, and refereeing sibling arguments. All I wanted was to slide into bed, stare at my phone for ten minutes, and pass out. I stepped into my room and went to close the blinds. That’s when … Read more
Story 1 This story was sent in by Emily R. from New York. I’ve lived in the same tiny third‑floor apartment for almost five years, and most nights follow the exact same rhythm. I work late shifts at a small café a few blocks from my building, so by the time I get home, shower, … Read more