Dinner was a quiet bowl of noodles, warmth in the midst of a day that pressed in small ways.
An arm, faintly green with bruise, carried its own silence.
The house filled with footsteps and rebuke
walking in and out, space asked but not given.
Two tablets rested in my hand, a reminder to care for myself.
And after the swallow, after the stillness,
the body began to ease.
Better. A little lighter. 🌙✨