1 February 2026
the fridge hums like it knows something i don't
and i'm standing here bare feet on cold tile eating grapes from the bag like each one is a small decision to stay
my phone glows on the counter your name still there in the draft i won't send
i keep thinking the body is just a house you forget to leave
the tap drips the city breathes outside and i am so awake it feels like a talent
like something i trained for all those nights i practiced being alone and got too good at it
somewhere a siren somewhere a dog somewhere you're sleeping without this specific silence
i eat another grape and it's almost sweet enough
the thing about 3am • Opuss № I