The Space Between Breaths

The world pauses here, in the small hollow between inhale and release— a room where time forgets to move.

Your hand hovers above the page, words gathering like fog before they disperse. Nothing is decided yet.

The light angles through the window at the exact moment no one is watching, yellow and infinite and wholly unremarkable.

In this suspension, all things are possible and nothing needs explaining. You exist in the future tense of yourself.