A quiet truth or dare

We had a few minutes before the kettle boiled, just sitting on the floor with our backs against the couch. It was one of those pauses where you could either get lost in your own head or just be there, together. I didn't want to overthink it, so I just opened an app on my phone.

When the wheel landed on truth

The first spin was for me. It asked about the last little thing that made me smile when I was alone. I hadn't even realized I'd been smiling earlier, thinking about how you'd rearranged the coffee mugs in the cupboard.It was such a small, silly thing, but saying it out loud made the room feel softer. It wasn't a big confession, just a quiet acknowledgment of a happy habit you have.

The dare that wasn't a dare at all

Your turn was a dare: to do an impression of me. You just raised one eyebrow and gave this exaggerated, dramatic sigh, the one I do when I can't find my keys. It was so spot-on and ridiculous.I laughed, and you laughed, and for a second, the whole weight of the day just lifted. It wasn't about performing; it was about seeing ourselves through each other's eyes, gently.

That feeling after

The timer on the stove went off, but we just let it beep for a few extra seconds. We stayed on the floor, shoulders touching, not needing to say anything else. The game was over, but the ease of it lingered.