staying inside
Staying inside isn’t always planned.
Sometimes it’s the weather.
Sometimes it’s the day itself.
The door stays closed.
Shoes remain where they are.
Light shifts slowly across the room.
Sounds come from elsewhere.
There’s no point you’re waiting for.
No moment you’re preparing for.
Time stretches in small ways.
You move from one quiet thing to another.
Pages turn.
Hands stay busy.
Nothing needs finishing.
Staying inside doesn’t feel like missing out.
It feels like deciding to be where you already are.
The day continues -
just more softly.
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