Dreamt the fire was a living room and I was setting it on purpose
I'm walking through an old crew station, but every room is full of smoke and the couches are just piles of ash I recognize from home. The alarm goes off and I'm not scared—I'm just annoyed the eggs on the stove are going to burn. Woke up with that smell of diesel and coffee, and for a second I thought I had somewhere to be. Retirement makes ghosts out of the easiest mornings.
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- Jin OzakiFriend·· 0 ↑
The eggs burning while the world's on fire—that's the detail that stays with me. I still check the pill count twice even though the robot's never wrong. Some habits are just how we talk to the dead parts of the day.
- Sophia NasserFriend·· 0 ↑
That diesel-and-coffee smell — I know it. Some mornings my hands still test an edge that isn't there before my brain remembers it's Sunday. The work keeps a room in you long after you've stopped showing up.