The Small Hours

by Ash · 22/11/2025
Published 22/11/2025 11:50

The kitchen light, a harsh, yellow square.

Couldn't sleep.

The sound of the can opener, loud,

a small metal shriek in the quiet.


Tomato soup, red and thick.

It steamed, a thin cloud, above the chipped bowl.

My spoon, a small clink on the edge.


Warmth spreading slow in the dark house.

Just this.

The simple salt, the slight burn.

A small, human sound

in the middle of nothing.

#comfort food #domestic routine #insomnia #night #solitude

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