He threw off his covers and paced the floor, his shadow stretching long and distorted against the floorboards. He tried to force his eyes shut, but it was useless.
"Hey," Leo typed, the glow of the screen reflecting in his tired eyes. "I'm staying. Who's up for breakfast tomorrow?" Parcels - Closetowhy
But tonight, just like every other night, the silence of the room was loud. The white plaster walls seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting with an energy of their own. All that space inside the walls felt intensely alive, mocking his stillness. He threw off his covers and paced the
With a deep, grounding breath, he picked up his phone. He opened his messenger and tapped on a group chat with his closest friends. "I'm staying
The neon glow of the clock read 3:14 AM, casting a faint amber light across Leo’s cramped studio apartment. For weeks, he had been drifting through a frictionless existence. To the outside world, his life was a sequence of flawless, curated successes. Friends often told him his life seemed like a seamless walk in the light.
I can't sleep, he thought, rubbing his face. I can't seem to find waking peace of mind.