Truth or Dare, just us

We were just waiting, the kind of waiting that stretches out and makes the room feel still. It was one of those moments where you’re not really waiting for anything in particular, just existing together. I think I just asked, ‘Truth or dare?’ on a whim, and you smiled.

The quiet before the question

It wasn't a planned game night. There were no snacks laid out or phones put away. It just happened, the way a shared laugh can start from nothing. The rules were whatever we felt like in the moment.It felt different from the usual, more boisterous versions with friends. There was no pressure to be clever or outrageous. The quiet of the room became part of the game itself.

When a dare is just a look

Some of the dares were so small they were almost silly. Whisper a secret you’ve never told anyone, even if it’s trivial. Make a face you’ve never made before, right now.The truths weren't earth-shattering revelations. They were more like little windows left open. What’s a smell that instantly makes you feel safe? What did you think when you first saw me today?It wasn't about digging for deep secrets. It was more about sharing the ordinary, silly parts of ourselves we usually keep to ourselves. The answers made the quiet feel comfortable, not empty.

The space between turns

The best part was the pause after an answer. There was no rush to spin again. We’d just sit with what was said, or done, and let it settle.It turned waiting from a passive thing into its own kind of activity. The clock didn't matter anymore. We were just there, in that stretched-out moment, completely.