before the notifications.

before the noise.

before the world

calls my name.

the comfort of silence

greets the first

drip of coffee.

the aroma

fills the room

while the steam

reaches upward,

trying

to escape the morning.

this is the only part

of my day

that doesn’t belong

to someone else.

no phone calls.

no patients.

no deadlines.

no expectations.

just me…

trying to find me.

trying to clear the clutter

before the world

reminds me

who it expects me to be.

maybe…

that’s why we chase quiet.

not because

we love silence

more than noise,

but because

it’s the only place

we can hear

what our own thoughts

sound like.

the coffee

was never the point.

it was permission.

permission

to sit.

to breathe.

to focus.

to simply exist.

permission

to be yourself

before the world

asks you

to become

everything else.

eventually…

the sun climbs higher.

the notifications arrive.

the phone rings.

the house comes alive.

the coffee

has gone cold.

and that’s when i realize…

those quiet minutes

did exactly

what they were meant to do.

they reminded me

who i was

before the world

started talking.