Caught the lamp still on over a stack of job-hunting notes tonight, long after I meant to stop.
That book next to the laptop hasn’t been opened in weeks. It just sits there like it’s waiting for me to finish packing first.
Half the desk is already in a box. This corner’s the last one standing.
Didn’t plan on staring at it that long, but the light hitting the pages made it look like something worth keeping out a little longer.