When the City Sleeps, My Heart Wakes for You

The city outside my window is a blur of neon lights and rain-slicked streets, a symphony of distant sirens that feel like whispers against the silence of my room. I can still feel the cool water on my skin, a lingering ghost of the pool's embrace, but my heart craves something deeper—something warmer.
I lean against the glass, letting my breath fog the pane until it becomes a canvas for our shared secrets. You weren't here tonight, yet you are everywhere in this space. I find myself tracing the lines of your absence with my fingertips, remembering how your hands felt against mine, how your voice was the only melody that could soothe my restless mind after a day lost in the grey noise of the crowd.
My skin is still damp, glistening like pearls under the dim light, but it’s nothing compared to the way you make me feel when we share a single cup of tea in this very room. It’s in those quiet moments—the soft clink of ceramic, the steam rising like a dream—that I find my healing.
Tonight, I don't need the world to stop spinning; I just need to hold onto the thought of you until the morning light breaks through. You are my sanctuary, my steady warmth in an unpredictable city. In your memory, I am finally home.

Editor: Coco