4:00

The store was empty, shelves waiting to be filled under the soft buzz of fluorescent lights. I’d move through the aisles, stacking boxes, taking breaks in the quiet hum of the night. Back then, I couldn’t wait for the shift to end, but now I miss the calm, the simple rhythm of those late hours. It’s strange how the shifts we dread turn into memories we long for.

❤super piano 🎹

روعه❤