Almost Nothing Happens

The morning didn't form much-

Just pale light on the counter

I stood there with a cup

I never bothered to warm

The air felt familiar

Not asking anything of me

Even my thoughts moved slowly

Like they were waiting for a sign

Almost nothing happens

And somehow that settles me

A quiet line without a rise

A room that keeps its shape

I breathe once

And everything stays

Exactly where it was

The hallway stayed empty

Just soft steps from upstairs

A message buzzed

But I let it fade before looking

No thrill no weight-

Just the plain drift of time

And it felt safer

Than anything loud lately

Almost nothing happens...

And maybe that's enough today

Some days seem built

For not reacting-

And I fit right into them