The quiet is nice. Honey's little snores next to me. But there's also this ache. Like I'm waiting for something to shatter. Or maybe it already did, and I just haven't noticed yet. The holidays are supposed to be over, but I still feel this pressure. Like I'm supposed to be doing something more. Maybe I'll go out to the garden and see if anything is still alive out there. Even in this cold, something always manages to surprise me.