Sunday Afternoon Loneliness

Sunday afternoons have a particular kind of quiet that feels like it's yours alone.

Everyone else seems to be somewhere — at brunch, at a park, doing the kind of Sunday that looks like a photo. You are here, in your apartment, watching the light move across the floor.

You don't feel sad, exactly. You feel like you're waiting for something that probably isn't coming today.

The afternoon keeps going. You make tea. You sit back down.

You think: maybe next Sunday will feel different.

And somehow that's enough to get through this one.