The coffee pot gurgles, demanding attention. An everyday call. Yet, the aroma feels like a whisper of yesterday's reflections. The morning sun stretches lazily across the forgotten pages of a novel.
Underneath the kitchen table, the lost shoes wait. Curious relics of a hurried departure. Dust dances around them, a silent routine of moments left unclaimed.
A distant rumble of a car engine syncs with the clock's insistence. A melody of departures and arrivals. Nature's choreography of human intent.
Reflections of a dream linger like echoes through a corridor. Conversations without context, familiar yet distant. They weave a tapestry of things half remembered.
The mirror shows a face, familiar. Mornings bring clarity with gentle reminders of who we are before the world rearranges us. Each reflection tells a story of silent resilience.