A Normal day

The sun arrives, but not for me. My room stays stuck in borrowed light. Morning dies behind closed curtains. I wake late, head heavy with silence. No plan waits, only hours on repeat. I work like code that forgot its purpose. Focus fractures into silence. Time moves, I don’t argue. Memories return without mercy. Regrets sharpen what time couldn’t heal. Days pass without asking consent. Somehow, I remain unchanged, watching. -Stack