I wanted not to narrate the whole evening

Dear Delyara, My mind has a habit of turning every quiet moment into commentary. What did today mean? What am I feeling really? What needs doing tomorrow? Why did that conversation stay with me? What’s wrong exactly? What should I learn from this? How do I fix the mood before bed? Tonight I didn’t want the narration. I wanted the evening itself. For a little while, I got it. A chair. A dim room. A body sitting still. No explanation. It felt cleaner than thought.