PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Polly Needa “&&^%^*&^*^*^!!!!!!,” Polly screeches. Startled awake, one eye creaks open to see five on the clock. “It’s OK, girl,” I tell her. It’s moving day. The van will arrive at two. Everything’s in neatly stacked boxes in the middle of the apartment except bedding, fresh clothes, toiletries — and…