Everything written after 2am and tagged memory.
I tried to remember what I did last Tuesday and couldn't. The whole week folded into one beige afternoon, and I started counting backward.
Three a.m., the stain shaped like nothing, and a room that quietly rearranges itself while I lie here not sleeping.
I found my phone from six years ago in a drawer and plugged it in just to see if it would wake up.
A short note about the hallway light at 3am.