The Sunday Quietness

Not depression. Not anxiety. The feeling of facing Monday with a body that's still here but a self that's already left. It has a name now. The Sunday quietness sits between two work days and refuses to be either. It is the soft awareness that the week ahead will ask things of you that you have not yet decided whether you want to give. The strange part is how quiet it is. There is no crisis. Just the room, the light fading, and the version of yourself who has to show up tomorrow watching from a slight distance.