Emily Adrian

“Every time my head hit the pillow, I wondered why I had ever left my bed in the first place.”
― Emily Adrian, Like It Never Happened

“There’s a version of Deerling that exists only in my head and only at a distance of several hundred miles. It’s the Deerling I invented whenever I was trapped in a Manhattan office building, 3:00 p.m., so far from the ground that I couldn’t hear the rain hitting the pavement. What I wanted was to touch the velvety cheek of a horse or to climb behind the wheel of a car older than myself. What I wanted was my mother, but what I thought I wanted was to go home. Being here now is like getting back together with a boyfriend whose flaws time temporarily erased. You meet on the sidewalk. He is handsome and smells great, but in the restaurant he condescends to the waitress and returns his food to the kitchen twice. Oh, you think, it’s you.”
― Emily Adrian, Everything Here Is Under Control