I had one hour where tomorrow didn’t touch me

Dear Delyara, No lists. No uniforms. No school timings. No mental rehearsal. No hidden preparation. No “must remember.” No future pressure sneaking into the room wearing the mask of organisation. Just one ordinary hour. Tea. Socks. Lamp. Chair. Quiet. And my mind stayed there with my body instead of already stepping forward to meet the next thing. That kind of peace has become rare enough that it almost feels sacred when it happens. Not because it’s dramatic. Because it’s complete.