The Animator

Mornings are strange because everything seems quiet and still but at the same time full of tiny little noises you normally ignore like the hum of a fridge or the distant barking of a dog or someone’s shoes clicking on the pavement outside and somehow all of it feels like it matters more in the early hours and sometimes you sit with a cup of tea or whatever you like and think about nothing and everything at once like maybe you should go for a walk or maybe just stay inside and scroll on your phone or maybe even write down a thought that will probably make no sense later but feels important now and the sunlight falls in patterns that change every second and shadows move across the walls like they are alive and people start leaving for work and school and you see the same faces every day but they look different in the light and you wonder what they are thinking and maybe they are thinking about something silly like you or something serious like bills or plans or regrets and all of it mixes together in your head and somehow makes you feel awake and tired at the same time and maybe hungry even though you just had breakfast and the smell of toast or coffee or something frying reminds you of other mornings from other times and you feel both happy and nostalgic and restless at once and somehow mornings keep happening whether you are ready or not and each one feels like a tiny story that starts and ends before you notice and if you pause long enough you realize you are in one of those stories too.