For the first time in weeks, I don't open my laptop immediately after waking up.
The realization comes slowly sometime around eleven while I'm still lying diagonally across the bed with rain tapping softly against the windows and half a packet of ginger biscuits beside my pillow.
My phone has been vibrating every twenty minutes since eight.
Elliot sent over the revised structural notes earlier this morning along with three comments about the western tolerance cluster and one message telling me to stop pretending corridor compression ratios are an artistic choice.
I read it.
I simply chose not to answer yet.
The estate is unusually quiet today. Maybe because it's raining. Maybe because my brain still feels strange after last night.
Probably both.
I stare at the ceiling for another minute before reaching blindly for another biscuit.
