Alone, but Comfortable

Crickets Behind the Screen

Mild Sadness, Like Wind

Drift Beneath the Fanlight

Stirring in Stillness

Slumber Sketches

Nothing Urgent Today

Echoes of Later

Near the Fan’s Humming

Barefoot on Tatami

Faded Notes from the Air

The Fan’s Gentle Waltz

Curtain Dust, Golden Light

Quietly Remembered

Waking Without Rush

Shadows Across Noon

Untied Afternoon

Cool Floor Reverie

Small Joy in the Blur

Between Sleep and Light