I was scrolling through my phone in the quiet kitchen on a rainy Thursday evening, the soft hum of the fridge filling the gaps between raindrops hitting the window.
The recipe notification popped up, and I knew what I wanted to make for dinner.
It promised to taste even better the next day.
I smiled at the thought, feeling a small relief.
A familiar moment, yet something felt different.
This decision came easily, almost like a refuge from my routine.
But a nagging feeling crept in.
It wasn’t just about dinner tonight.
Something unresolved lingered at the edges of my mind.
My days felt like an endless loop.
