The moon forgot to set last night, so it lingered in my window frame, watching me toss through woven thoughts like it knew the names I wouldn't say. The trees outside held their breath, as if the world had paused for me, not in kindness, but in curiosity, like it wondered what I’d become. By morning, nothing asked for answers, and I gave none in return. The day began with shoes too tight and coffee that didn’t quite taste like home.