A random thing with close friends

I was just scrolling, my mind bouncing between a dozen open tabs. Nothing felt right. I closed them all, one by one, until the screen was blank.That’s when I texted the group. Just a simple ‘hey.’

When the plan is no plan

We ended up on the floor of my living room. Someone brought chips. Someone else had a deck of cards, but we never opened it.The conversation drifted from nothing to everything. A memory from years ago, a silly observation about a cloud outside. It was all so light.There was no goal. No point to prove. Just the sound of familiar laughter filling the quiet space.

The comfort of shared silence

At one point, we all just stopped talking. It wasn’t awkward. It was the opposite.We were all just there, existing in the same room. Someone sighed, a contented sound. I think we all felt it.It was the kind of quiet you can only have with people who know you. No performance, no energy required. Just being.