A quiet spin for the late hours

The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that feels heavy. I’d scrolled through everything twice, and the clock just kept ticking. I didn’t want a plan, just a little nudge.

The wheel was just sitting there

I opened the app more out of habit than hope. The screen was dark, just a simple circle waiting. It felt less like a tool and more like a companion for the empty space.My thumb hovered for a second. There was no big decision to make, no problem to solve. It was just me and the quiet, and the faint glow of the screen.

Leaning in to see what landed

I gave it a spin and watched the colors blur. The soft whirring sound was the only thing in the room. I found myself leaning a bit closer, my face lit by the screen's light, just to see where it would stop.It landed on something simple. Not an event, not a task. Just a tiny, almost silly suggestion for the next twenty minutes. The pressure lifted immediately.It wasn't about the thing itself. It was the act of letting something else choose, just for a moment. The quiet in the room felt different afterwards—less empty, more peaceful.

Where the night took me

I ended up following that random suggestion. It was nothing special, but it filled the space between scrolling and sleeping with something that felt like my own.