A lazy afternoon and the dishes

It was one of those afternoons where the light slants in just right, and the only sound is the hum of the fridge. The kitchen was a mess from lunch, but the thought of tackling it felt like too much. I just wanted to sit.

The wheel was already on the counter

Someone had left it there from the night before. It was just a piece of cardboard with a spinner, a silly thing we made for moments like this. I didn’t feel like making a big decision about who should do what.I gave it a flick with my finger, more out of boredom than anything else. It spun with a soft, papery sound, wobbling a bit on the uneven countertop. I watched it slow down, not really caring where it landed.

Where it stopped

The arrow settled on ‘whoever is wearing the most blue.’ I looked down at my faded denim shirt and smiled. It was me. It was such a small, arbitrary thing, but it felt fair in a way that just deciding wouldn’t have.There was no argument, no mental tally of who did what last. The wheel had spoken, and that was that. I filled the sink with warm, soapy water, and the whole task felt lighter.

Not having to think

That was the best part. The wheel took the thinking out of it. There was a quiet relief in just following its silly, random instruction.

The suds and the sunlight

I stood there washing, watching the bubbles catch the afternoon light. The window was open a crack, letting in a cool breeze. It didn’t feel like a chore anymore.It felt like just another part of the lazy day. Sometimes the simplest solutions are the ones you don’t have to come up with yourself.