Starry-eyed Cats and Hidden Mirrors

Last night, I dreamt of a tiny kitten curled up on my blanket, purring softly.
But suddenly, it transformed into an ornate mirror reflecting my tired face.
It’s funny how dreams flip between coziness and a strange kind of truth.
Sometimes I wonder if these little stories are just my mind escaping the same old worries or just a weird reminder to look closer at myself amidst chaos.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll find magic in the mundane again—or just a quiet moment to breathe amid this nonstop hustle.