The Unexpected Crowds

Last night, I dreamed my tiny apartment was packed with strangers laughing, eating, and somehow making it feel like a lively party.
It’s funny how your mind can turn solitude into a crowded celebration in sleep.
Morning light reminds me that sometimes, I crave that kind of chaos—though today I’m just trying to get through another day with a hopeful smile and an extra cup of coffee.
Life feels quieter now, but maybe dreaming is where the real gatherings happen.