ByUrsula Villarreal-Moura

Ursula Villarreal-Moura's writing has appeared in Washington Square, The Weekly Rumpus, CutBank, DOGZPLOT, New South, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, Lunch Ticket, and Sundog Lit. This story is part of her unpublished novel-in-stories. She tweets at @Ursulaofthebook.

  1. It’s 4 a.m. in Zagreb, Croatia, and you’re wide-awake. You and your husband are on your honeymoon. While he sleeps, you admire his black curly hair and thin nose, envious of his ability to rest. As he rotates to his side, you wonder what images are crossing his unconscious and whether he’s ferried a phantom of you into his dreams. Jet lag has left your body disoriented, so you mime resting poses. You feel like…