B10:55
The screen glowed, showing one last unread email.
The screen glowed, showing one last unread email.
My fingers hovered, ready to open it.
My fingers hovered, ready to open it.
But a deep tiredness pulled me back.
But a deep tiredness pulled me back.
Another task could wait until morning.
Another task could wait until morning.
This thought felt like a soft release.
This thought felt like a soft release.
My shoulders dropped a little.
My shoulders dropped a little.
The day's burdens began to loosen their grip.
The day's burdens began to loosen their grip.
My mind sought a different kind of ending.
My mind sought a different kind of ending.
I closed the laptop, a small click.
I closed the laptop, a small click.
The room grew dimmer, more inviting.
The room grew dimmer, more inviting.
Rest was a promise, a welcome embrace.
Rest was a promise, a welcome embrace.
I chose comfort over one more obligation.
I chose comfort over one more obligation.
Letting Go of the Day
by @caleb04