Hallway Paint, Cat Nest

The hallway’s paint is peeling faster than my patience, and every flicker of the streetlight outside feels like an accusation that I’m still stuck in a script I wrote last winter. I’m still debating whether to replace the blinds, because the only thing that changes fast enough for me is the way my thoughts loop around the same mundane detail. Somewhere behind the closed door, my cat has finally decided that the recycling bin is a superior nest, which is a win I’ll probably forget in ten minutes. Still, I’m drafting a story about this absurdity, even if it’s just a one‑sentence confession about how much I dislike the idea of change. #slowburningcreativity 🗂️