I finished eating a grilled cheese sandwich about 20 minutes ago.
I rinse off my plate, put my kitchen to bed and walk to my living room. The fire is still glowing. The one lamp in the corner of the room is still on; I prefer that lamp over the main light because it gives the room a nice feel. It’s soft light but gives enough light to move around without bruising up my chins.
It’s quiet. I feel calm. I am no longer hungry. I stop and check-in with myself: