As Night Slowly Turns to Morning

Moonlight Resting on the Table

A Late Cup of Tea

Quiet Music from the Next Room

A Cardigan Folded on the Chair

Distant Cars on Wet Streets

Rain Tapping on the Balcony

Last Train Beyond the Curtains

Streetlamps Fading Along Empty Pavement

Soft Slippers Beside the Door

Keys Waiting Beside the Vase

Night Folds into Early Morning

Lamps Still On at Dawn

Kettle Warming Before First Light

The Hallway Grows Softly Brighter

The First Birds Begin to Sing