Calling It A Night
Jessica excuses herself for bed earlier than usual, her tired smile revealing just how much the day has taken out of her. “Long day,” she says softly, disappearing down the hallway and leaving us to linger in our shared nostalgia. As the moonlight filters through the window, casting a gentle glow on the room, I catch a final glimpse of her weary expression and understand completely—today’s weight has been heavy, and rest is the only sensible refuge. Her departure leaves behind a quiet stillness, a calm hush that invites reflection as the evening gently winds down.
Calling It A Night
Thinking Back
With Jess tucked away in bed, I’m left alone with my thoughts and the quiet hum of the night. Stan’s jokes and the laughter from dinner echo in my mind, replaying like a warm, familiar song. For a little while, the past had felt simple—uncomplicated—and I find myself clinging to that feeling, reluctant to let it go. There’s something deeply comforting about losing myself in those old stories, allowing them to wrap around me like a shield, if only to momentarily escape the weight of the present.
Thinking Back
