You Are the Notice in the Dark

The house is quiet enough that you feel the ghost of a vibration against your leg. A phantom pulse.

You reach for the phone, heart racing, only to find the screen dark. Silence.

Again. In this watch of the night, the absence of a reply feels like a verdict on your worth.

But the light does not communicate through glowing rectangles or read receipts. It speaks in the silence you are trying to escape.

There is a truth living inside you that needs no signal to reach you. It was there before the first message was sent, and it remains when the battery dies.

You are not waiting for someone to notice you. You are the notice.

The light has already arrived, sitting with you in the dark, needing no reply to prove it is real.