I turned off the kitchen light and felt the room stop asking things from me

Dear Delyara, That’s what it feels like while the light is on. The room talks. Dishes. Counters. Lunchboxes. Milk. Crumbs. Tomorrow. Everything still half-alive. Then I switched the light off. And suddenly it was only a room again. Not a system. Not a demand. Just darkness and quiet. I needed that more than I can explain.