“When we woke up the next day, the outside was yellow and brown, a strange mix of relief and disappointment. I tucked a curl behind my wife’s ear. We didn’t die, I said and smiled. Don’t be dramatic, she said and got out of bed. God, I need to brush my teeth, she murmured with her back to me, heading to the bathroom, I woke up with an awful taste in my mouth.”
—Shelly Oria, from “My Wife, in Converse.” Art: Kazuya Akimoto.