I dropped off to sleep around midnight with a glow of last-minute hope in my belly. I thought: "Harris is still going to win this. They just haven't counted all the absentee ballots in the Blue Wall states yet. Once they do, the numbers will shift in her favor." And I was chanting to myself "don't believe the red mirage... don't believe the red mirage..." as my eyes closed for the night.
Then my eyes flew open again around three in the morning. And I made the mistake of checking the news. I couldn't help myself. I refreshed the New York Times homepage—to discover that Trump is now just one vote away from taking the electoral college. J.D. Vance is already on stage kissing the ass of the man he once called "America's Hitler," calling it the "political comeback" of the century.