Funny how you end up cleaning when life feels messy

You don’t really plan to clean.

It just happens.

You come home. Drop your bag. Sit for a bit. The day feels heavy in a way you can’t explain - not terrible, just… too much.

You notice the charger dangling from the socket, the cup from this morning still on the table. You get up to fix that. And then somehow you’re cleaning the kitchen slab, folding yesterday’s laundry, throwing away that delivery box that’s been lying near the door.

You don’t even think about it - your hands just move faster than your thoughts. You change the bedsheet. Empty the dustbin. Wipe the mirror you haven’t looked at properly in days. You tell yourself you’ll stop after this. You don’t.

It’s not about the mess.

It’s about trying to make one corner of your life look like it’s under control. Something about lining things up - the shoes near the door, the cushions on the couch - steadies you in a way thinking never could.

By the time you switch off the lights, nothing big has changed. But the house feels calmer.

And so do you - like for the first time all day, something finally listened.

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