The room is still. My phone is the only light. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for.
Sometimes I think about all the people who are awake right now. Maybe they're like me, lying in bed, scrolling, thinking. Maybe they're working. Maybe they're walking outside, looking at the same moon.
I keep checking the time. 2:17. 2:18. It doesn't matter. Nothing changes.
I wonder if I'm wasting time or if this is just what it feels like to be alive. I don't know. I just know I'm here, and it's late, and the world is quiet.