Breakfast is scrambled eggs and toast, prepared and hand-fed to me by Mitt Romney. I put on a different suit and tie from the ones that I slept in and walk outside. The air is crisp and refreshing. The Lincoln Memorial gives me a wink and a thumbs-up. Then a tourist approaches and it goes back to normal. I text my best friend, Coal Lobby, and ask if he wants to play outside. “Sorry, I have to be at the Capitol today,” he replies. He adds a sad emoji. I cry. I go for a jog.