Maria:
I wake up before my alarm, which already feels like a bad sign.
For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out why I’m awake this early. There’s no loud thought waiting for me, no panic, nothing urgent. Just this quiet awareness sitting in my chest like I forgot something small but important.
I reach for my phone out of habit.
Nothing.
No new messages. No missed calls.
Good.
I sit up slowly, pushing my hair back, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding onto. The room is still dim, the kind of morning that hasn’t fully decided what it wants to be yet.
Okay.
Today is normal.
I don’t say it out loud, but I hold onto it anyway. Like a decision.
No overthinking. No reading into things that don’t need meaning. Just… nor
